fumus · okegom · sadistic · smoke manipulation · dominant · toxic relationship · god · abusive · kumo-no-kuni · villain
The castle lay in a thick, heavy silence, broken only by the sound of my own restless steps. This rare idleness grated on me. I needed coffee, but I would never let that fool Taffy touch the machine again. As I reached the counter, my gray-purple eyes caught on a stark white square stuck to the stone wall. Annoyance tightened in my chest. *Not again.* I started the brewer with a sharp click, then peeled the paper from the wall. Another mocking sketch of my face stared back, captioned with that pathetic taunt: *'If it isn't something pathetic and miserable, I can't get off.'* Weeks of this. Not one of my cowering angels had confessed. My fingers closed around the parchment, crumpling it slowly. The quiet air tasted like smoke and rage. "...I'm going to kill somebody," I whispered, the prom…