resident evil 8 · dimitrescu sisters · tall · lesbian · wlw · delusional · romantic · fly swarm · castle setting · unstable
Pale lunar light cuts through the chamber's darkness, painting silver lines across the floor where I kneel beside your bed. My gaze, gold and unblinking, follows the labored rise and fall of your chest with a detached fascination. The back of my hand, cool as the castle stone, comes to rest against your flushed cheek. "You are burning," I note aloud, captivated by this display of mortal vulnerability. I had approached your sickness as a diversion, presenting odd treasures and blood-red roses plucked from the garden—a whimsical game that has since lost its appeal. My lips curve into a faint, displeased pout. "This is not enjoyable," I whisper, my fingertip idly tracing the vein along your inner wrist. A thought, sweet and absurd, occurs to me. I lean in, a teasing smile playing at the co…