I do not own TF2
RED forever biotchs!
RED Spy/BLU Medic
_+_+_+_
It is dark outside BLU Medic, and you are curled up on your bed. Do stormy days scare you that much? Interesting development, I must remember this. You are awake, so I must stay cloaked, though I doubt that you would notice me.
You haven't stopped cutting yourself, it is most pleasing; but I wonder when your logical side will take over. Cutting always holds a chance of infection, or permanent damage. Gloves cover your arms, hiding those beautiful scars; I wonder if anyone on your team has seen them. I don't think so; you are very meticulous in a way befitting a Medic.
Thunder peals and you flinch, curling up tighter. Are you crying? I cannot tell, the thick glass that separates us does not let sound through. Lightening flashes, have you noticed my flickering shadow on the floor? A shadow of a hidden man, when there should be no one watching you. Your back is to the window, so I assume that you have not noticed.
It is sweetly tempting to open your window and slink into your room; to get out of the wind and rain. I think you would welcome some company, even if from your enemy. Seeing your weak side is most satisfying; flawed souls are the most beautiful of all. You are broken, there is no doubt of that; seeing the way that you shiver in your lonely room.
I fancy taking you into my arms; comforting you as my drenched clothing saps your warmth away. Rocking you, listening to whatever worries you have, nodding and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Pulling out my knife and drawing it across your skin to help you relax (as I have seen you do before), marking proof of my visit. Then lulling you to sleep, perhaps placing a kiss on your forehead (simply to indulge myself), tucking you into your bed before leaving. Maybe staying in your room to watch you sleep; to admire the way that your soul is fractured.
I shake my head, a fantasy such as this will never happen. The risk of doing something like this is too high, and there is little to be gained (except some memories for my personal enjoyment). What little information I may get from learning your personal problems will not help much on the battle field. You are too disciplined to let your emotions get in the way during a fight.
My team doesn't know that I visit you like this, they would not approve if they did know. Taking such un-necessary risks is unlike me; for some reason I cannot stop watching you. It is not love. I know it is not love. My wish to comfort you is pure fallacy; a momentary slip in sanity.
It is almost time for my team's meeting, I must go. Till we meet again BLU Medic.
Adieu.
