OTPhilia: Yeah…I shouldn't have done this. NAH, TOO LATE. I'm so engrossed by the complexity and abstruse of their relationship. I love the movie but I hate the guy who cut so many of Jared's supposed scenes. HECK ALL OF THE DELETED SCENES.
Series of one-shot that weren't supposed to exist.
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Without further ado!
Heartless.
Compos Mentis.
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too.
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It
A giggle comes out from her mouth. A giggle that seems so soft and captivating...
Giggle.
Giggle.
Giggle.
She thought of wonderful things. Maybe that's why she's so openly happy, despite of her predicament. Maybe... She thought of her Puddin's face. Remembering him. His palish face, his red-stained lips, his striking green orbs and of course, the
tattoos. A frown was suddenly plastered on her face, her Puddin's image was blurry! She tried and tried, yet the image remains the same. Hazy. Blurry. Undefined.
How many days have she been here? Four... Five... Six...
Perhaps seven months... In this godforsaken cage. She wasn't an animal, she's a Queen.
A Queen of Clowns.
She continues to giggle. When in trouble, always laugh... Then I'll hear it and know where you are. Her giggle heighten its volume, she can see it in her eyes that a guard was flinching.
She giggled again.
Giggle.
Giggle.
Giggle.
She feigned a surprise when a baton smacked the bars of her cage. The guard was leaning on them, a baton on his hand, swaying it in the air, "Hey dollface, what're you giggling about?"
"I was thinkin'."
"Thinking about, what exactly?"
"Dirty things to do to you when you come in here." She purred, seductively, she knew well enough how to make them break.
Giggle.
Scream.
Giggle.
Scream.
Her luscious lips were dripping with blood...not hers. The pitiful guard had stopped fighting a minute or so, his eyes rolled back in his head. She tasted the blood. Giggle. More guards were now pouring outside her cell, ready to shock her with
that awful Taser gun again. She smiles up at them, throwing the body away like a child does to a toy when they're bored. "His neck doesn't taste that good." She said, so innocently, yet her eyes spoke of mischief.
Then she laughs.
She welcomed the incoming shock that awaits her, still laughing and remembered Puddin's sweet words.
When in trouble, always laugh... Then I'll hear it and know where you are.