Burning.
Freezing.
Everything.
Dying.
Shooting through my veins,
Are pains,
Pains rising like flames.
Or frozen like ice.
Trapped in its vice.
I've tried, thrice
And I need some great advice.
But how do you get it?
If meaningless chit-
Chatter is all that is possible?
The question being avoided in this hell hole.
Maybe you should deal
With these problems on your own.
His heart, you did steal.
His emotions, you do hone.
So, my dear.
What will you do?
What answer will I hear?
What is it for you?
~~Katherine POV~~
I dressed in a robe that I found hanging on Merlin's door, the soft, plush fabric keeping me warm in the ice-cold halls. I walked down the stairs once again, entering the lab.
"Hey, Merlin, you don't happen to have any clothes I can borrow, do you?" I asked her, pulling the robe tighter together so that it wouldn't open and expose me to not only Merlin but also Gowther. The female nodded, urging me to follow her as she led me up the stairs once more. She led me into a nearby bedroom, pulling open a drawer before removing an outfit identical to her's from it. I blushed. This was very… revealing.
"Here, wear this. I know it's not much, but… better than nothing, right?" She smiled at me, leaving the room for me to get dressed.
I lifted the garments in the air. A single, violet jacket with white fluff at the top along with silver heart buttons; violet, thigh-high boots; and… violet underwear with a silver heart on the front. I slowly pulled on the three very small items, careful to hold the jacket over my exposed breasts, since it didn't exactly close. How the fuck does Merlin go out in public like this? I tried to pull the jacket as close together as possible, but it hardly budged, and I'm a little smaller than Merlin herself!
I exited the bedroom, carefully and awkwardly walking down the stairs and into the lab, extremely scantily clad.
~~Gowther POV~~
I watched as Katherine walked down the stairs, awkwardly holding the jacket over her breasts. She looked… sexy. I just wanted to rip all of her clothes off right there, but I know that I shouldn't want that. I shouldn't even have the feeling to do that. I closed my eyes, sitting in a wooden chair.
"It's just as I thought! We are nearly the same size!" Merlin exclaimed, showing Katherine to the lab table, of which she strapped her down to after asking her for her consent to study her body and magical powers, so on and so forth.
"Umm… is there any way that you can, like, try to get this jacket to stay? Because I really don't want to expose myself…" Katherine awkwardly looked down at her chest, the jacket was precariously hanging a little away from her nipples; I looked away, staring intently at Merlin. Merlin shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess, but I may have to strip you down later anyways." She said, using magic to contort the fabric to cling to her chest.
"Haha, better not," Katherine replied.
I looked back at Katherine as she inhaled sharply. Merlin tightened the shackles around her wrists and ankles. Katherine nervously toyed with the loose ends of the straps, her breath quickening. It appeared that she may be starting to have a panic attack.
"Hold your breath," Merlin ordered her, a purple orb floating between her now outstretched hands. It hovered above Katherine's head and slowly floated down to her toes. Katherine seemed to feel slightly less panicked as it did this. When the orb disappeared, she let out a sigh.
I should probably talk to Katherine about how I feel. About how seeing her dead pained me, and how I had seen it many times. About how I don't want her to ever leave me. About how I have somehow been starting to feel emotions, but not just any emotion. I believe… That what I feel… Could be amorous, but let's not count on it. It is probably a mistake. Just a large misunderstanding of what I feel. What if this isn't even an emotion? Maybe I am sick.
Should I move on?