A/N: This is for Tanalilt, who plays Jezebel at my Count Cain High School AU RP (link in my profile), in return for a picture for the comm. I hope you like!
I hate that man.
Look at him. The way his smile oozes across his face like an oil spill. It's sickening.
I honestly don't understand how you can put up with him.
Don't give me that look. I can see the way you've been limping, and I know I'm not that vigorous. (Curse this body; I'm not large enough to be vigorous. Not enough to make you limp, anyway.)
I can see how you let him touch you. How you allow his greasy fingers to stroke through your fine, pale hair. How you let his grabby hands slide up your thigh when he thinks nobody's looking.
I've even seen him fuck you.
Oh, yes, Death. Those little rendezvous aren't quite as private as you'd like. You should really put a lid on it; I wouldn't be surprised if rice farmers in China can hear all your whining. Well, not yours, as much as his. The slimy bastard groans like an un-milked cow.
It's not my place to be angry with you. I'm just a trump card, after all; you have the right to use me as you will and dispose of me as you will, without so much as a good-by-your-leave. Oh, no, far be it for me to complain. Who in their right mind would choose a midget like me over the pleasures of a mature, full-grown body…? No, I should have known I wouldn't satisfy you for long. I should have known…
I did know, I suppose.
I just didn't want to admit it.
Naïve as it sounds, I wanted desperately to believe that you and I had something. Anything. That maybe I was getting through to you. I know now that wasn't the case.
I suppose it doesn't matter.
I suppose it never really did.