5/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send ❥ to casse_sablier
I found a fountain pen while getting some tea. The sugar cubes are back, which is a small mercy - who cares if my teeth rot early, anyway.
You know, you have a very nice jaw. Strong, clean lines - I don't want to stare, though. That would be rude. (But I'd sometimes stare at my Glen's face and he'd swat at me, like I was a particularly cute puppy. I liked that, because he smiled.)
Oh, yes, what was this about? You. You're rather perplexing. But you smiled too, earlier, so I suppose I can keep lying, because you're beautiful when you smile. I wish you'd find her again. Or a Jack. Or, I don't know, someone to ground you so that you won't do something stupid like that Glen had done. I wish you'd look at me, really look at me, and say my name Yes, that was rather idiotic. He should have started the fires later.
I got myself killed getting a Vincent out of the mansion, how ironic. He yelled at me, I think. I yelled back at him, I wonder why my hair still hasn't grown back. It's making me very easy to tell apart from the others. Pretending is easier.
You know, that Jack? The one who ended the Tragedy? He'd be perfect for a Glen. I think he'd be everything a Glen ever wanted, except for the fact that he's taken. (I thought of wedding rings for them! But I don't know Barma's emblem. I'll have to ask.) Why am I saying this? Can I be that Jack? I promise I'll be good and not be noisy and follow everything you say, just like always I don't know, I feel dizzy nowadays. But I can't really rest, I have to look after that old git.
I should check up on him, shouldn't I? Is it weird if I watch people sleep?
I don't... I'm not sure. Maybe I should check up on Gilbert and Vincent instead. I'll bring the scissors.
You know, you have a very nice jaw. Strong, clean lines - I don't want to stare, though. That would be rude. (But I'd sometimes stare at my Glen's face and he'd swat at me, like I was a particularly cute puppy. I liked that, because he smiled.)
Oh, yes, what was this about? You. You're rather perplexing. But you smiled too, earlier, so I suppose I can keep lying, because you're beautiful when you smile. I wish you'd find her again. Or a Jack. Or, I don't know, someone to ground you so that you won't do something stupid like that Glen had done. I wish you'd look at me, really look at me, and say my name Yes, that was rather idiotic. He should have started the fires later.
I got myself killed getting a Vincent out of the mansion, how ironic. He yelled at me, I think. I yelled back at him, I wonder why my hair still hasn't grown back. It's making me very easy to tell apart from the others. Pretending is easier.
You know, that Jack? The one who ended the Tragedy? He'd be perfect for a Glen. I think he'd be everything a Glen ever wanted, except for the fact that he's taken. (I thought of wedding rings for them! But I don't know Barma's emblem. I'll have to ask.) Why am I saying this? Can I be that Jack? I promise I'll be good and not be noisy and follow everything you say, just like always I don't know, I feel dizzy nowadays. But I can't really rest, I have to look after that old git.
I should check up on him, shouldn't I? Is it weird if I watch people sleep?
I don't... I'm not sure. Maybe I should check up on Gilbert and Vincent instead. I'll bring the scissors.