Salem is no good for him. She’s no good for him, and that’s a laugh, because it’s Tobias that’s basely bad. She realizes that he’s not like anything else, anything that belongs here, and that’s what drives her mad. Salem isn’t good for anyone, at least that’s what the universe has told her. Everything pointed to a caustic nature in the creature, pointed to something that was probably basely unworthy. Basely bad. Basely… evil? Was that right? The ghost couldn’t find anything evil in her, but maybe that was Tobias. All the evil that she was meant to have… had that been projected onto him?
He’d gotten double his share. Three or four times his share. Salem doesn’t feel… bad. Maybe she should. Maybe she should feel all sorts of things for Tobias, and yet here she is. Here she is strikingly unfeeling. That was the best part of it all—the ghost could feel nothing at all and still get full credit for being alive. It was a wonderful part, something wonderful resonating in her chest. Salem had realized that, and it had… it had allowed her to figure out how her head was working. Having Tobias around muddied that up.
She didn’t need him. The creature tried so hard to make sure that she makes that clear, but sometimes she wishes. Sometimes she wants the man to… to be here. Sometimes she wants the man to be here when she’s by herself. Today wasn’t one of those days. She tries hard to not want her imprint, but there’s always that part of her head. There’s part of her head that screams for comfort in the dark. Her subconscious forgets that he’s not comfort. Maybe, in a way, he’s the enemy. The ghost studies the man coldly, a growl seated deep in her chest as well.
Bristling. She’s bristled as she watches the man, expression bleak… blank. “I didn’t, though.” The creature’s coat fluffs, pale eyes blazing. She couldn’t help it… she’s been caught off guard, Tobias throwing her off. Throwing her off as always.
salem. my name is blue canary |