[ The full swell of Mercy's lower lip pops against those awful, too-perfect teeth, splitting the arc of her inferior labial artery that swoops flirtatiously into the intramuscular layer. Sweetness coats her tongue as she laps at the mouth like a dog - licks herself into her, stroke by stroke, with all the ardency of her ruined heart. She keens horribly when the face turns away and the hand is taken with it, swoons helplessly against the iron column of her beloathed.
She is as wrecked as the doomed ship sailing always towards them, washed up against the unforgiving shoreline of the end of the world. She trembles there, hiding her face in the unloving breast of the beast, as the cavity cored in her strings red-wet, plumps flush with remembered living tissue.
Her mind remembers itself less quickly, all shattered shimmering glass on the rocks. She takes a swift, sucking breath, when she has lungs and airway for it, and her hands ball into fists as she levers herself back from the thing, stumbling like a new-calved animal. ]
What I wanted. [ The words are wrenched dripping out of deep waters. ] No. No. Not what I wanted - what I want.
[ This is an important thing. This is the most important thing, in the whole vast universe, if she can only remember it. ]
You knew. You knew what he had done - you were the very proof of it - and I have asked myself, why did it not speak? But you so rarely ever understood anything, you poor idiot, you insensible horror - you never apprehended the process - [ she jerks her head, no a shivering tumble of her own awful pale hair ] - but you knew, when it was done - when we had done it -
[ She looks up at John's darling Annabel Lee, the flabby light trickled into the tower catching the reddish, brownish hurricane swirl of the eyes set in her face at last, the veil of hateful tears drawn across them. ]
cw: blood, gore, dysfunctional relationships, reference to cannibalism, violation of bodily autonomy
She is as wrecked as the doomed ship sailing always towards them, washed up against the unforgiving shoreline of the end of the world. She trembles there, hiding her face in the unloving breast of the beast, as the cavity cored in her strings red-wet, plumps flush with remembered living tissue.
Her mind remembers itself less quickly, all shattered shimmering glass on the rocks. She takes a swift, sucking breath, when she has lungs and airway for it, and her hands ball into fists as she levers herself back from the thing, stumbling like a new-calved animal. ]
What I wanted. [ The words are wrenched dripping out of deep waters. ] No. No. Not what I wanted - what I want.
[ This is an important thing. This is the most important thing, in the whole vast universe, if she can only remember it. ]
You knew. You knew what he had done - you were the very proof of it - and I have asked myself, why did it not speak? But you so rarely ever understood anything, you poor idiot, you insensible horror - you never apprehended the process - [ she jerks her head, no a shivering tumble of her own awful pale hair ] - but you knew, when it was done - when we had done it -
[ She looks up at John's darling Annabel Lee, the flabby light trickled into the tower catching the reddish, brownish hurricane swirl of the eyes set in her face at last, the veil of hateful tears drawn across them. ]
Why didn't you tell us what you were?