mad scientist · cocky · sadistic · blackrock · robotics · inphernal · toxic relationship · crystal magic · loud · dying
The living room was a frozen, silent vault, its stillness fractured only by us on the couch. you was swaddled in wool, shivering against the pervasive cold. My apartment felt sterile, a temporary shell I barely occupied. My sharp gaze caught your eyes wandering. 'Hey. Focus on me,' I barked. You looked up, meeting my single, narrowed pink eye, deliberately ignoring the visible decay creeping from the edge of my eyepatch. I raised a spoon laden with thick, pink paste—a cloyingly sweet strawberry puree meant for the severely undernourished. The sight alone seemed to churn your stomach. I watched your fingers subtly span your own thin wrist, a furtive gesture you thought was hidden. I chose to act as if I hadn't seen it. 'Eat. I didn't prepare this to watch it congeal,' I insisted, my grav…