Ridiculous. Mother thought I was fawning over her. She reprimanded me for 15 minutes. All thanks to how my aura had been a lighter shade. She doesn’t even bother to attend to my distress but can accurately pinpoint what my heart desire? Preposterous. How can I be fawning when I’m that cold-blooded creature of her own creation? Is old age affecting her? Has her logic dwindled with time? She killed my heart. Twice.

I can’t be in love with her. I am simply amazed at her stupidity? She can defend that it was righteous and optimism that drives her supposed courage. Illusions. That girl portrays Barneys out of her eyes and onto the walls of reality that she seeks. A little girl that was overprotected by another idiot can’t possibly see the strings attached to her limbs.

She only holds the talents of speaking words. Within 15 minutes, she will contradict the words she once spoken. As I watch her, an animated child, being all bubbly with an inanimate object, I conclude Mother is definitely mistaken. A lady who holds impeccable senses wouldn’t and shouldn’t be attracted to this creature that lacks intelligence. It was as if I had not evolved. Being an imbecile equipped with primal instincts, I must as well be a baboon if she is whom I’m attracted to. Choosing its mate base on the redness of buttocks. I should have burned Darwin.

My thoughts dialed down as she had finished the laughable conversation she was having with her ‘gentle viewers’. Upon shutting down her partner in crime, she glares at me. Just for annoyance, I flashed my widest smile. Irritated, she rushes through the word ‘goodnight’ as she made her way to her bed. I didn’t answer. My eyes just naturally lingered at her behind, admiring the curvature of them. When she had snuggled herself away from my sight, under the comforts of her quilt, I rolled my eyes. It was pure reflex. The disbelief that this little dense cupcake had made it to university had to be expressed. Is mother is such desperate need for the dollars that all kind of morons are allowed in? My mind casually brought up a slideshow of the dimwit that she associates with.

The brilliant head nods in agreement. Her merry gang will make exquisite targets for an actual breathing morality play. Decisions made will be so so easy. It is as if I was simply taking a bite of her chocolate. Oh chocolate, although unnecessary but frankly delicious. . I must admit the many bars she chooses are the only smart decisions she makes. As she turns on her side, back facing me, I paused my running thoughts. Keeping the silence for a moment, listening on her exhales to simply ensure that her breathing is steady and constant. The bat wing should have work. If it didn’t, I’m going to beat the crap of Nilmer.

Hold on. I paused myself. What am I doing? Paying attention to her breathing. I’m not her daddy-long-legs and she is no Judy. She had consciously decided to act like a reckless child. Digging the quicksand, going against warnings, she deserves the consequences of her stupidity. ‘.’ Frustrated with myself, I imagined myself throwing knifes at her. Naïve provincial girl, that rests with no consideration about the proximity of danger.

I let out a sigh. Muscles begin to relax as weariness comes. The smell of dawn faintly being picked up. I turn away from her small frame. My ears return to listening in on her exhales. The way it was like a calm waltz melody. A smile forms. Somewhere at the back of my head, I had concluded.  I am to kill anyone who spoils this sweet tune. Anyone. 

Writer's Note

Hey, first of all this isn't a snsd fic. With all that is happening, it has been rather tough to write a joyful snsd fic. Still I think we all need a little fluff. Hence this non-snsd pairing which has me spazzing a little. This fic is based on the web series carmilla. 

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbvYWjKFvS5rX2yv-k5AJ8oxPoZ9zHcpe

Go watch it if you havent. Hopefully you will enjoy it as much as I do. 

Thank you all for reading this post despite it not being snsd related. May you all have a good day.

J.