#dynamic: riley x pinhead.

[vihilum]

@hellpontifex [ continued from here. ]

“It doesn’t.” It might have frightened her if it was within reach. But something so far off didn’t seem to phase her. Glassy, shimmering gaze doesn’t waver, it doesn’t search beyond comprehension for the incomprehensible. “I thought it might,” therein lies conviction with finality - she doesn’t have any sort of control over it, and Riley understands that means she can relinquish that much more of it, that lack of control. “But that sort of thing doesn’t really matter to me anymore,” they would bury each other until there was no one left to dig the graves, “I exist when I exist,” she is a stain against time, and time will be marked by her, time will rue her, time will remember her, even if the others don’t, “how greedy would it be,” she’s been so selfish, “to ask for more time for them to remember.”

[vihilum]

@hellpontifex [ continued from here. ]

I can feel them.

Coiled around her calves, tight, tighter, they are draining her, they are filling her to the brim with their venom, and she is lingering in that dark place, where guilt eats the flesh, and leaves Riley riddled with holes. The poison doesn’t leave the body. It stays and grows and stays and grows.

“Do you really think I ever spat it out?” The dirt’s on her tongue, it’s in her throat, it’s wedged, she can’t swallow it, she can’t give it back, “their voices are in my throat all the time,” nails scraping, leaving her raw, “I know what I chose to live with.”

I will always feel them.