𝓡𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓼 (
isawallflower) wrote2020-11-01 10:20 pm
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CHEERYCHERRY. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 019.46.820.17 *** CHEERYCHERRY has joined 019.46.820.17 <CHEERYCHERRY> It's Riley! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please leave a message! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please be someone with their priorities sorted out properly! | ||||
main: CheeryCherry
anonymous: panthera, aed
retired: gflynn (anon)
<CheeryCherry>
You did nothing but give me attention that I DID NOT WANT.
Couldn't you see what it was doing to her?
Do you even care?
Have you even SEEN her
You killed her you son of a bitch.
She's dead and it's your fault.
<saturnschild> cw: truly terrible ideas about suicide
But then something else happens. The denial shifts, twists, sours like milk, and he feels like he's inside and outside of his body all at once. He's floating. He's buzzing.
He's smiling.]
Did she kill herself, dear Riley? [His mind is as feverish as his fingers.] She always said she deserved punishment, no matter how much I tried to nourish her spirit. Without my aid, I wouldn't be surprised if she stumbled.
<CheeryCherry> | cw: also terrible mental health statements
She feels absolutely sick. ]
She loves you
you WORTHLESS
You don't deserve her.
And she died BECAUSE of what YOU DID!
The flowers that killed her were for you
[ She would feel bad about this.
If it was anyone else.
If she hadn't watched Rachel die— ]
Because you can't love her, she died.
Because you're too defected to love her
She didn't kill herself. You did.
<saturnschild>
Perhaps if she found me and begged me forgiveness, it would have turned out differently.
Now, shall we return to our earlier topic?
<CheeryCherry>
Riley grits her teeth. ]
No.
<saturnschild>
I should have never treated this like a game between us, Riley. I should have simply stamped you out like the aberration you are.
<CheeryCherry>
Be a better father to her or fuck off and die.
I'm done indulging you. Goodbye.
[ Her heart pounds, in rage and fear. She's terrified. She knows she's in trouble. She knows, and it'll all settle in later, in an explosion of terror as she throws the Fog's key away, like she should've done the moment she remembered receiving it.
But right now, there's something in her that's perhaps more similar to Aunamee than she wants to admit. Something that wants to deny him the pleasure he seeks. Something that hopes, in some way, her words cut him.
Something that wants him to feel even a fraction of the pain he's caused. ]