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Summary:

It's a thin line between love and hate, they say.

I didn't understand that saying until I became so obsessed with my loathing that it turned into this all-consuming desire. But I guess I've always had a propensity for razor-edged love, and maybe that's why I fell for Simon.

Chapter 1: Wilhelm’s journal entry

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my eyes are sun-kissed

my skin moon-struck,

when again flesh is torn

red blossoms scattered

across dust and rock

 

where it shouldn't grow

where it shouldn't flow

where i shouldn't harrow

 

like a sun-split road,

or windborne bark,

or the tidemarks

left on the dock side

 

i start to see some beauty

in my melancholy,

some romance

in gruesome sights

 

and if i'm being honest,

i try to ignore the sting,

but i feel the keenest

when it's all i can feel

 

and if i'm being honest,

i truly relish it lingering,

and i start to worry lest

red is all i'll ever feel