FER JESS.
title: darkest hours
author: one-handed peter
pairing: diana/meg
category: angst
summary: meg discovers a terrible secret and then winds up with one of her own.
status: incomplete.
for jinjojess, partially because shes a bad mammajamma that you know you can't fuck with, but also because she gave me this storyline.
DARKEST HOURS - PT1
Come take my hand, and lead me on towards the end
The darkness in me devours the strength
I craved for all these years
These feelings I have never shown remain unknown
I really don't know if I'm that strong...
These secrets I have held inside through all my life
I guess I'll shield them till I die...
- 'In My Darkest Hours' by Sirenia
Everyone else had been allowed to go outside and play, their chores completed early, but she had been forced to stay in and entertain the Headmaster while Clara was sick. Her mouth still ached with the words he had requested from her, the sweet lies he expected them both to believe; a loathesome litany of glittering, dirty make believe...
She stomped out of Hoffman's office, ignoring the bandages that slipped down her thigh - he had insisted on loosening them so he could see the raw flesh and fresh scabs where his pointer stick had lashed at the skin before adding more. She was vaguely aware that she was crying, although it was hard to tell if it was from the pain of the beating, the dull burning between her legs, or the humiliation of knowing she had let it happen again. Or perhaps it was the hideous realisation that she would continue to let it happen that made her want to crawl into the coffin with that filthy dog.
Making her way down to the Cell of Solitude, she found herself reliving that day; the blood, the pitiful cries, the pulpy thump of hammer against meat, the grotesque smile that raped her mouth as cruelly as the words Hoffman forced her to recite.
The fact that if she stopped envisioning herself in that sack, she would be unable to finish the execution.
Safe inside the Cell of Solitude, Diana gingerly sat upon her chair, reached beneath her skirt to tighten her bandages, and berated herself for becoming the Headmaster's Brown.
this shit may seem really short, but its finna be about 3 parts for sure, maybe more, so its actually only kind of short.
author: one-handed peter
pairing: diana/meg
category: angst
summary: meg discovers a terrible secret and then winds up with one of her own.
status: incomplete.
for jinjojess, partially because shes a bad mammajamma that you know you can't fuck with, but also because she gave me this storyline.
DARKEST HOURS - PT1
Come take my hand, and lead me on towards the end
The darkness in me devours the strength
I craved for all these years
These feelings I have never shown remain unknown
I really don't know if I'm that strong...
These secrets I have held inside through all my life
I guess I'll shield them till I die...
- 'In My Darkest Hours' by Sirenia
Everyone else had been allowed to go outside and play, their chores completed early, but she had been forced to stay in and entertain the Headmaster while Clara was sick. Her mouth still ached with the words he had requested from her, the sweet lies he expected them both to believe; a loathesome litany of glittering, dirty make believe...
She stomped out of Hoffman's office, ignoring the bandages that slipped down her thigh - he had insisted on loosening them so he could see the raw flesh and fresh scabs where his pointer stick had lashed at the skin before adding more. She was vaguely aware that she was crying, although it was hard to tell if it was from the pain of the beating, the dull burning between her legs, or the humiliation of knowing she had let it happen again. Or perhaps it was the hideous realisation that she would continue to let it happen that made her want to crawl into the coffin with that filthy dog.
Making her way down to the Cell of Solitude, she found herself reliving that day; the blood, the pitiful cries, the pulpy thump of hammer against meat, the grotesque smile that raped her mouth as cruelly as the words Hoffman forced her to recite.
The fact that if she stopped envisioning herself in that sack, she would be unable to finish the execution.
Safe inside the Cell of Solitude, Diana gingerly sat upon her chair, reached beneath her skirt to tighten her bandages, and berated herself for becoming the Headmaster's Brown.
this shit may seem really short, but its finna be about 3 parts for sure, maybe more, so its actually only kind of short.