bloody lips, bloody throat; she's drowned in rot & filth.

you and I drink the poison from the same vine.

you are an empty vessel, whetted sharp as your sword, amalgamation of the lamb and the axe and the blood–matted fur made into one boy.

get up. nobody is coming to save you.

[ … device receive a buzz. ] [ —- it will only take a moment, dear siblings. they promised to visit, and they will. ]

[ mother dead. dead as hell. ]

[ a singular ding upon device, subtle clenching of a hand— would it hide the trembling of a wounded soul ? ] [ hurry, little safe. ]

—… I need to tell Director that I need to take a few days off. —…Minos? Dicey? God knows where they went, Lux is probably busy and Lumen… literally is gloomy as fuck right now. —…. Mx. Lafcadio…or Di—ugh. No, they’re off too.

.. The news have spreaded this fast, huh. [ casting a gaze at what remains; the fucked up interior of the house— a sharp exhale could be heard as they walked through the mess. ] [.. father died. dear laqueta and norne.. nowhere to be found. ] [— Tch… ]

[ they are aware what the fellow object heads are plotting. ] [.. to the grave it goes, they’ll pretend they’re oblivious. ]

— everyone’s getting their face shown, isn’t it ? …. — Haah…..

.. They say marriage is the funeral for love. Regardless, work. Work is important. I don’t.. like marriages. My line of work and family is already troublesome enough. [ no need to burden someone else with the weights of secrets. ]

[… ] [ goodbye, dear friend. ]

[— you’ve slipped from my grasp again. ] [ but- we would meet again one day, would we not ? ] [.. when that day comes, you would be the one who have the one and only combination code. ] [ the key to the secrets— the key to mine. ]

guilt—ridden and almost angry. there's always anger lurking beneath my skin: envy and jealousy and why—not—me's. sometimes mellowed, sometimes the hearth's calm flame, but always burning. it's the only warmth i've ever had to cling to.

[ secrets buried within the garden of a heart who bears the weight. ] [ this time, this day- lies the body of the secret keeper. ] [ an oath to the grave- - forevermore. ]