The smell of chaos lingers in the clothes you left behind. I hold you there. ━joy harjo, SONGS FROM THE HOUSE OF DEATH, OR HOW TO MAKE IT THROUGH TO THE END OF A RELATIONSHIP
VENETIA smells of rot and is the only person who seems to notice it. Flies follow them, fruit tastes sickly sweet against their purged tongue, and her fingers trace the ramblings of a false god put onto these pages with blood. A prophet, oracle, soothsayer—words used in the absence of faith just so another's mind takes control of her mouth and moves it into divine thought. Sixty-four years they've been here, and until a knife is sliced against the curve of their womb just so worms can finally taste what the dirt feels like, it will be many more years to come. Venetia is one with the rot, whether she knows it or not, but the idea of peace within death is the only shred of humanity she contains.
ETHAN WINTERS is a fool and his blood smells like hers. A kindred spirit, her glee shines through the yellow staining her teeth and sinks them into whatever journey he bears. She knows what a child is, she cannot birth one herself but Donna Beneviento was gifted Angie and Alcina Dimitrescu infected those young girls, so Rose being carved from the womb is no stranger than that. No, she's my daughter—Ethan explains pitifully, holding on to her wrists, flinching from the cold and maybe resenting the comfort it never brings. Venetia frowns, moving her hands just so his wounded fingers can rest within her palms, and says, Why are they different? He struggles to answer before falling silent.
The truth is Venetia was a husk before MIRANDA, she was offered salvation and accepted it with no resignation. Typically, the middle of the story is never the beginning but until Miranda crawled through the crevices of her mind and claimed it as Her own, there wasn't a story at all. Just someone who was born waiting and continues to wait until the script has an ending.
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i feel a high tide in my eyes brimming at the sight of you.
🫀 very self-indulgent because i think resident evil 7 and 8 deal with humanity in exchange for immortality in such interesting ways.
🫀 nothing about this is inherently romantic but i do think that intimacy doesn't always suggest attraction so other people might read it differently.
🫀 i remember reading a post about someone saying ethan was just as bad as the antagonists of RE because he just goes in and kills a bunch of people and it melted my brain. these motherfuckers took his wife and baby so you expect him to just sit there? but it did bring around an interesting line of thought that inspired this.
🫀 content warnings | violence, gore, death, cults, religious trauma, racism, discussions of grief, descriptions of wounds, references to sexual situations.
