Porcelain, a prelude
Porcelain,
Are you wasting away in your skin?
Are you missing the love of your kin?
Drifting and floating and fading away...
I must be missing sleep, tomorrow is the day. It's natural that I can't stop thinking of it. That day I'm sure I'll help you, Doctor; you saved me. I go over all the tunnels and catacombs in my mind again: which go closest to Delilah, closest to your rooms and lab, and, of course, by which we could most quickly get away. Neither you nor your father ever told what you'd do on judgment day. No, that's wrong, Jizabel. You once told me, perfectly indifferent: nothing. That doesn't mean you'll be free or alone. Alexis will keep you shackled to his side, either as a shield, or just to watch you wear that lost, hollow face as he finally ends you. Tomorrow, I'll risk my life to fight for you. I pray that, until then, you won't kill yourself. The paths underground London are something so low and neglected, even Delilah wouldn't bother with them. And that's why they're our best chance. After that... After that we'll simply live like thieves in the under city; sorry, it's just the best I can afford at the moment, kid. But it's still far better than anything Delilah or the Card-master ever tried to make us into. It'll be hard, at first, but hold on, kid. I'd swear the moon light that falls in slivers on my hand feels like your hair, after all those nights he whipped you. There is almost a sin, in being able to spy that pale, scarred moon from down here in the gutters.
Someone said that you're fading too soon
Drifting and floating and fading away
The teaser for an upcoming fic, once I get done with everything else. Because, after a couple years, I'm for some reason craving Cassian x Jizabel.
Weird. I always get to the fandoms years too late...
Lyrics are from porcelain by Red Hot Chilli Peppers, posted on the tumblr link at my profile.