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We don't talk about the Lady.
Oh, we talk alright. We talk sideways is all, talk in nods and winks. We talk about how sharky James broke his hip scrubbing the stairs when someone shoved him. We talk about how when Lily-of-the-Valley got out of the coal cellar she could never clean it out, how she still coughs up thick viscious smog and nobody likes to get too close no more. We talk about who got split up and who got killed for liking one another too much.
But we don't talk about the Lady.
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I've been lost here I don't know how long. Sometimes it's this big hotel with rooms full of horrors; sometimes it's a twisting labyrinth. I shouldn't have gone to that fucking party.
I think something's gone wrong in my head, but I don't know if it's becasue what I've done is wrong or if it feels wrong because I've lost perspective. I've made a pact with fear. It won't bother me, I won't bother it. I hear that sound, skrr, skrr, skrr as I'm followed but it doesn't bother me. Darren's bone is a sharp knife. I'm ready.
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My garden is so beautiful.
I know not why the sunlight sparkles more on a lake when it is filled with a living soul. I sacrifice to myself, and it is better. I know not why, exactly, the trees breathe my name so lovingly when they are filled with the breath of life. I sacrifice to myself, and all is as it should be. I know not why the earth is so moist and rich when it is watered with lifeblood, but I sacrifice to myself and my friends can stay with me forever.
My garden is so beautiful.
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They disgust me. Vermin, mortals, cheats. I saw every card that slipped from a sleeve, every chip that vanished into a pocket. It is that one that I want. I hope I roll well; it would delight me to punish him, to rend him, to reduce him to screaming agony over and over again, to think that I am cheatable, to think that I can be made the mark. It never lasts forever, but if it lasts long enough that I can husk him before it is over it will do. And then I will need a new mark.
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He is imperfect, but will make a good tool. I shall use him to sift and winnow until I have the kind of souls that I can use; those truly wicked ones to punish, those truly wonderous ones to save. Priests will do for that kind of thing. It's their jobs.
I would have him bring me that one; the dark one, the hunter, so tainted by murder, unforgiveable sin, it is tangible even in the dreams of this one. But to break a Pact would be unthinkable. Perhaps when it lapses, then I shall have my prize. Yes.
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Oh, we talk alright. We talk sideways is all, talk in nods and winks. We talk about how sharky James broke his hip scrubbing the stairs when someone shoved him. We talk about how when Lily-of-the-Valley got out of the coal cellar she could never clean it out, how she still coughs up thick viscious smog and nobody likes to get too close no more. We talk about who got split up and who got killed for liking one another too much.
But we don't talk about the Lady.
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useful thing feed young young feed caretake warm good no icy air watch in mirror shard watch corner eye liver best skin easy nutritious tougher bigger meaty good thing good catch bushes hunt good hunt hunt more no danger danger plot kill young bad hunt eat good not capture eat better fill belly good thing watch young grow young young in all hedge my hobs work me watch me good thing watch feed young good not run watch thing rock shard shiny watch spin story fear make scared eat scared feed young good
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I've been lost here I don't know how long. Sometimes it's this big hotel with rooms full of horrors; sometimes it's a twisting labyrinth. I shouldn't have gone to that fucking party.
I think something's gone wrong in my head, but I don't know if it's becasue what I've done is wrong or if it feels wrong because I've lost perspective. I've made a pact with fear. It won't bother me, I won't bother it. I hear that sound, skrr, skrr, skrr as I'm followed but it doesn't bother me. Darren's bone is a sharp knife. I'm ready.
---
My garden is so beautiful.
I know not why the sunlight sparkles more on a lake when it is filled with a living soul. I sacrifice to myself, and it is better. I know not why, exactly, the trees breathe my name so lovingly when they are filled with the breath of life. I sacrifice to myself, and all is as it should be. I know not why the earth is so moist and rich when it is watered with lifeblood, but I sacrifice to myself and my friends can stay with me forever.
My garden is so beautiful.
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They disgust me. Vermin, mortals, cheats. I saw every card that slipped from a sleeve, every chip that vanished into a pocket. It is that one that I want. I hope I roll well; it would delight me to punish him, to rend him, to reduce him to screaming agony over and over again, to think that I am cheatable, to think that I can be made the mark. It never lasts forever, but if it lasts long enough that I can husk him before it is over it will do. And then I will need a new mark.
---
He is imperfect, but will make a good tool. I shall use him to sift and winnow until I have the kind of souls that I can use; those truly wicked ones to punish, those truly wonderous ones to save. Priests will do for that kind of thing. It's their jobs.
I would have him bring me that one; the dark one, the hunter, so tainted by murder, unforgiveable sin, it is tangible even in the dreams of this one. But to break a Pact would be unthinkable. Perhaps when it lapses, then I shall have my prize. Yes.
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