Lil.Carno Loves Albert Wesker
@HoundOfScream
"Ne yapmak istediğine, ne yapması gerektiğine, ne yapmaya mecbur olduğuna dair hiçbir fikri bulunmayan kafası karmakarışık tek bir varlıktım."
-Tüm Sistemler Çöktü, Martha Wells
25 kütüphaneci puanı
256 okur puanı
Haziran 2020 tarihinde katıldı
Okuma Hedefleri
My hands landed on my prized microscope. The most expensive thing I had ever owned. The one possession that had felt like a piece of hope. Something that had let me escape myself and all my obligations for a little while.
But it wasn’t ever me, was it? What good would human science be in the fae realm?
Sometimes you become the monster for the ones you love.
No one had ever seen the real me—all of me—and it was a horrible irony that when I did actually, willingly allow him to see the real me…I was pressing a dagger into his back and killing him.
What had that made me?
What kind of a monster had I become?
Okur Takip Önerileri
The dreams were the only thing that soothed me anymore.
I bent down and collected the envelopes from the floor, biting the inside of my lip to stop the tears from coming, the spot in my mouth raw and tender from the familiar action. Copper-tasting saliva coated my tongue, and the tears remained in their bastille.
Bleeding for me already?
The box dropped to the floor again as I spun around so fast, I fell back into the wall of the closet.
That was his voice.
Just like when…
You don’t love someone full of hate and depravity.
But most of all, you don’t kill someone you love.
Even monsters didn’t do that.
I heard once that if you are angry about something, it was really because you were sad about it. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t. All I knew was that I was always angry, but if I let myself think about the reason why, I would cry until my tears drowned every bird in the sky.
I would rule her.
I would worship her.
I would punish her.
If I couldn’t get a handle on myself, all of Unseelie would soon be dead, and I would have a throne but no one to rule.
A Smoke Slayer was only as dangerous as his smoke, and I was practically fuming wisps of acid.
She belonged to me.
I wanted to kill him for putting the goddess—my goddess—in the man’s mind.
I stole the deepest breath my aching chest was capable of and let the humid forest air push into my immortal lungs. Even the earthy forest scent made me think of her.
Everything made me think of her.
My ears always searched for that sound, perking forward with the hopes of being blessed with its sultry notes. It was the orchestra that fueled and ignited me, the essence of my soul that demanded I hear the song of blood being shed—that I be the maestro.
I would make her regret ever challenging me—regret ever making me feel less than worthy because I couldn’t match her powers or beauty.
I was no Smoke Slayer, but I wouldn’t let that stop me from ruining her whole life and everything she ever cared about. I would make certain of it.
This wasn’t just about Thanes anymore.
Her realm was mine.
I was the better woman, and I would watch as he killed both his wife and son for me.
I could be powerful too.
But as I stood in the cold, dimly lit castle, something blossomed inside of me. Something dark and jagged with thorns and teeth flourished.