#this is incomprehensible but I’m tired haha enjoyable tho

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HI HI!! ok since i love the cure im gonna do that ask game... siamese twins and plainsong? (btw my favorite album is pornography)

Thankyou for the ask!!!

These are still so fun to answer. I'll do these for Liam since it helps build his character

Under cut for toxic relationship dynamics, possessiveness hints at non-con etc.

Plainsong: How do you both react to the cold?

Liam's like to brush it off, just put on more layers and joke about the black ice on the roads with the rest of them. He'll grumble good-naturedly with the patrons of The Wandering Aengus about the draft of the place but never really seems bothered.

As for me, I've always been sensitive to the cold. It's uncomfortable, it makes me shiver and stamp my feet and want to hug myself, but more than that it makes me feel vulnerable. He finds it endearing that I'm so "soft" about it, but keeping me warm's what he's here for. There's space in his coat for two.

He enjoys the way I urge him to bundle up with a scarf too, he actually starts waiting for it if he's about to go out haha.

Siamese Twins: What was a difficult point in your relationship? How did you get past it?

It's like a culmination. I go into this relationship fully aware of what this man is and what he's capable of, though he's very good at making things seem wholesome on the surface.

He makes it so I can forget who he is sometimes. Why not, when he can be so sweet and gentle? But it starts when I begin to realise how many parts of my life he's threaded himself into. My friends aren't calling as much, maybe one has even stopped contact at all. The sudden job offer near the pub after I graduated seemed too convenient. He’s pulling strings like silk strands forming a net.

Then one night I decide to go home instead, but he's not having it. "I've already locked the door, love. Don't argue with me tonight." He's smiling, calm, but in that deadly way I've seen before, but never quite directed at me.

He doesn’t hurt me—not physically anyway. But I realise I've swum too deep, and now he's at ease making decisions for me, I'll never have the option to say no to him. I live with him now whether I want it or not, and sure enough I have everything I need here. It's very unsettling because there's not even the illusion of normalcy anymore.

He’s the one with the gun, right? I fully believe that there’s something very cold inside him that shows up at times. He’ll push me to the very brink of my sanity, break me apart and put me back together in a way that fits him like he does with his collections. By the end I just pass out and it hurts in the morning.

We don’t get past it really, he moves me through it. Our dynamic is darker now but somehow clearer. He stops pretending he’s a good man and I stop pretending I want one. I'm the willing fish, circling back every time.