summary: you are not a monster and you never will be, and yet…
warning: death, mild violence, the darkling is a bastard
word count: 5k+
yue’s note:whoo boi this is long overdue and, not only that, but i have to cut some content. like i said before, i have the entire iwam fic outlined so you can expect 20+ chapters of this. i’m working on a debut novel at the same time and plus my irl work i don’t think i can keep to a regular update schedule. but i have some super exciting stuff planned for this fic so i rlly want to get as much chapters in the future. i have a pinterest and spotfly playlists for this baby so i’ll link it once i get a bit more chapters done.
When they find you, you are covered in weeks worth of grime and dirt. You smell like you’ve clawed your way up from a bath of rot. There is fresh blood dripping down your fingers but it’s not yours.
They don’t know the amount of anger and fear stored in your body, yet.
But they figure out you can talk and you’re civilized enough to hold a conversation.
You tell them about yourself. How you feel your scars pulse and listen to the laughter of the dead man as he pinned you down. And right there, you decided he laughed one too many times and something in you cracked open.
No Longer Human // Ask Polly: Help, Iβm The Loneliest Person In The World! // Franz Kafka // Sue Zhao // Fingertips - Fortesa Latifi // Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky // Juansen Dizon // The Garden of Eden - Ernest Hemingway // On Earth Weβre Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong
