lachlan ; cbday 3 | capitol done

The only thing I've ever felt is hunger. Gnawing at my guts until they're twisted into knots, when I first woke I chewed my cheeks until they tasted of metal. My body was ruined before I even knew I had one. I don't think I should exist.

My fingers have this habit of seeking sensation. Creeping toward open flames, onto sharp edges. It's a dangerous thing to leave me to my own devices, perhaps that's why Fay went to such lengths to find Aki too. He took longer to recover, I remember Fay chastising me for pulling out my tethers to watch him sleep. He doesn't regret taking me in, the sick bastard's elated I have a bite as strong as I do.

He looks after us in his own way, even if we're merely an addition his grand collection of curious things.

Aki turned out to be terrible fun, even if Fay did mean for him to be my leash. Soft beneath the scars on my fingertips, pliable when I get him on his own. I'm still in the process of looking around his innards, figuring out why his skin tastes slightly sweet. I've got a little bit of a fascination with beautiful things, because I am anything but.

Rosie has a swimming pool in the back of his mansion, one he's never used. The servants keep it clean, though I've never seen them wander the halls. I wonder if they avoid me.

Do I make them nervous?

Sometimes, when Aki's busy having his nightmares about terrible happenings, I'll sneak out into the gardens.

I'll sink to the bottom and sit there as long as I can.

Sometimes I cry, sometimes I scream there too.

No one's heard me yet.