@jokecard sent: i send them to hell. i sleep just fine.
slumber finds good company with wicked men. plenty of proverbs ( and the devotionals of the nuns who visited her orphanage ) would say otherwise. but she has yet to witness any of her oppressors pay penalty for their sins. none, except jasper. but that was only because she made it happen. and he always slept just fine too. sometimes, she wonders if any of it matters. good. bad. righteous and the damned. immoral and ethical. all these lines drawn in black and white all fade to gray in her path. she never hurt anyone of her own volition, but here she is anyway, haunted by nightmares.
pensive expression overtakes her features, threading her brows and clouding her gaze. ❝ want...’fine.’ sleep. ❞ she mumbles. it’s more to herself than him. every time she sleeps she has bad dreams. bad memories. so she doesn’t sleep. not if she can help it. head slowly cants to the side as she considers it all carefully. maybe, if she sends people to hell too then she’ll get nice dreams. that seems to be how it works. ❝ st—steal it. ❞ eyes brighten, sparking with hope of an answer. ❝ take. their sleep...i want. theirs. ❞ all the people who shouldn’t get to have good dreams and comfortable pillows, maybe she'll take it away from them like they steal from everyone else. like they took from her.
