The Bride
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"Every word you're saying is a lie...." @verummonstrum.bsky.social's creation. #FrankensteinGothicRP #TheBrideAU #SmutFree
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🔗Victor Frankenstein's pretty little creation.
🔗Looking for the world he says isn't there.
🔗#MV /#MS Selectively

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys..."
a woman wearing a black hat and a green jacket
ALT: a woman wearing a black hat and a green jacket
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Running her thumb around her ring finger.

Deep down, she senses that she used to wear something there.
May or may not have put something in her bio.
He is my monster.

I am his creation.
Not that she would remember.
Now /that/ sounds like her.
But /who/ is that?
She can not remember!

For such a brilliant man, he is utterly maddening!
But /who/ is that?
She can not remember!

For such a brilliant man, he is utterly maddening!
She is still her.

He thinks.

He is not sure how that bit works.
But she doesn't remember!

It is driving her mad.

How can he love a dead woman walking?
But she doesn't remember!

It is driving her mad.

How can he love a dead woman walking?
Because she is loved.

That is /why/ he did what he did.
She is repulsed by what she is, nd what he did to bring her here.

It is

Unnatural.

How can she be comforted?
She is repulsed by what she is, nd what he did to bring her here.

It is

Unnatural.

How can she be comforted?
He is here to help her and to comfort her. If she lets him.
Where she has nothing but a void.

And terror.
Where she has nothing but a void.

And terror.
And he has memories of the life they had as well as the life they planned.
She cant remember any of this.

He has rewritten her life for her.

For himself.
She cant remember any of this.

He has rewritten her life for her.

For himself.
He’s her husband.

Or would have been.

Should have been.
He is not a god.
And he believes she deserves a second one.
She already had her chance at life.
She already had her chance at life.
And why is that?
Therein lies the problem.

Every breath she takes is not hers.
Therein lies the problem.

Every breath she takes is not hers.
A question asked by anyone who has ever breathed.

So she can start there: one who breathed.
She does not even know what she /is/.
She does not even know what she /is/.
He is beginning to think he is not worthy of love.
Perhaps he will let her be her own creation.

Perhaps she may learn to love him...

One day.
Well now.
Her scribe's Playlist is spying.
not have the slightest notion of what is happening, much less how to fix anything.

With sheer will, [she] moves a hand, tugging weakly at his hair, to make him look at her fully.

"Whoo....m...mmm...meee?

Other questions are too hard to ask. Too hard to form.
It had taken everything [she] had just to utter that one word. How can he expect her to tell him what or how?
Her brow furrows as she looks at him, frustrated, angry, confused, and pained.

How? Everything hurts, but how to tell him?
How would [she] know how to tell him what to do? [She] does -