[video] "I'd rather die smiling, being hollowed out by a kiss from my sweet lord of death..."

[delilahs_reaper]

[It's London Bridge late at night; there's no one about, except for the small figure of a woman, stumbling about, half-falling as she runs to the bridge and trips on her skirts.]

"Help me! Help! My face...my face is on fire!"

[As she dashes towards the bridge, her face grows clearer: it's scarred and swollen, with painful burns radiating out from her eyes. Another figure emerges from the fog, standing and watching, and the girl runs towards them.]

"It's burning! Please, I need a doctor! Help me!"

[The figure steps closer; it's a woman in a cloak, wearing a hideous scold's bridle mask. She tilts her head.]

"An ugly face? Uglier than this mask?"

[Her hand emerges from her cloak, bearing a long dagger.] "Oh, but it would be too pitiful to let you go on living with a face like that."

[And without another word, her arm swings in an arc, slitting the girl's throat so that blood sprays out wildly; she kneels down and begins to pry the girl's eyes out of her head and dropping them into a jar of formaldehyde.] "I'll take those eyes of yours, then. You're the third one, Lindy."

[Further back in the fog stands Jezebel, watching and bearing flowers in one hand. When the woman has finished screwing the lid onto the jar, she turns and giggles, leaping up and embracing him in a tight hug. Jezebel returns the embrace, the faintest hint of a smirk in his expression.

Comments

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

You're so strange.

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

That might be quite the understatement.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Hm. As long as you're aware, I suppose.

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

I have noticed that most don't go around collecting the eyes of others, but it's something I've accepted.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Why do you do it?

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

This time? Because it's an assignment.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Someone's got skewed priorities.

[He's practically popcorn.jpging over here.]

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

Who, Viola?

She has a rather warped mindset, I'm afraid.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Why's she got the pretty fetish? Has she got a tragic backstory?

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

She has a backstory, but I do think she's the only one who finds it tragic; personally, I find it rather fittingly ironic.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

What happened to her? Did she fall on a rake while trying to kill someone prettier than her?

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

She tried to throw acid onto her sister's face and got smacked by it instead.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

[lololololol]

That's terrible! Ahahaha! That's terrible aim!

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

[lmao kefka you so compassionate]

Clearly the universe was conspiring to hit her with a particularly ironic twist of events.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

[he is the master of compassions]

Always wear protective clothing to a chemical fight! Anyone not obeying that important rule deserves what they get!

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

Or, at the very least, be sneaky enough that a quick elbowing isn't going to make everything backfire on you spectacularly.

But then, she isn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

She's not even a sharp spoon, it sounds like. Always take help with a grain of salt, always wear protective clothing, always be prepared!

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

Your words would probably be very helpful to her if she weren't going to die in a few weeks' time.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

It's pretty pointless, then!