my dumbass forgot to publish this.
this has no fandom.
𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝
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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲.
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𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱
"oh, edward, it's those damned
whispers again"
melted wax ruined the desk.
long and short strands of hair all over the place.
small china doll leant up against a jar of dirt.
dull painted on black eyes.
"what do you mean? don't
you hear them too?"
filthy torn fabric.
shirt and pants.
"must only be me then"
a sigh.
scratching at palms.
deep red light making everything dreamy.
china doll falling forwards on the desk.
"oh, don't look at me
like that"
wave of hand.
"they're just telling me of
the weather where they're from"
small laugh.
looking at ceiling.
spiders crawling out of draws and cracks.
"yes, yes, it's a shame
he can't here you all
you would get along quite well"
soft smile.
doll shifts.
"edward! you shouldn't say things
like that to our guests—
oh dearie me, i'm so
very sorry about him— you
should apologise right now"
it doesn't move.
furrowed brows.
smile gone.
"i've had quite enough of
your rebellious behaviour, edward. go
sit in time out"
he doesn't move.
scratching at palms.
"now!"
swipe across desk.
landing on the floor.
shattered.
"oh, don't cry, you're more
mature than this and you
know it. boys don't cry
over petty things as these"
eye roll.
scratching at palms.
pieces of china.
"our guests have left now,
i hope you can make
up for your behaviour tomorrow"
standing.
scratching at palms.
pieces of china poking into feet.
blood under fingers.
"and clean up this mess"
specks of blood in footprints.
a/n
this exists now uhm
salad fingers vibes ig
thanks for reading whatever this is
go outside
- tcp
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fictober 2020
Fanfictionthis is a compilation of me trying to write something every one or two days for a month. a lot of things in here will be unedited and most of it will most likely be inspired by things i've watched/read or just straight up fanfiction. i'm really ju...
