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Shiny Piece of Glass

Summary:

Siffrin cuts constellations into their skin. The party notices. He can't think straight.

Notes:

honestly can't think of a better summary lol

also fair warning this is written like the game in the hallway towards Euphrasie in act 5 so it's not very normal at all!
based on this post: https://www.tumblr.com/wowitsmetaylor/766964401313120256?source=share

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tired

you're so tired

you can't hold yourself up

isa's holding you up

it's nice

he's nice

you breathe slowly in and out and your breath hisses on the exhale and it hurts it hurts it hurts but you'll be fine you have to be fine

your hand twitches and you brush your pocket

the piece of glass

in your pocket

you can't let them see it

you have to hide it

is your blood still on it or did you clean it off

can't remember can't remember can't remember

hide it from them

hide it hide it hide it hide it you can't make them worry don't make them worry

the glass

falls out of your pocket

clinking on the ground

lightless blood on the shining surface

splattering as it hits the ground

isa

he looks so concerned

odile

she's looking at you

don't look at them don't look at them you can't

bring yourself

to look

you stare at the ground

at your blood on the tile

at the sheen of the glass

"Sif, is that… blood?" isa asks

you

don't respond

"That's not from the King," odile says "It can't be. I don't think he had panes of glass surrounding him. And certainly not broken ones."

"picked it up in the house" you mutter

your breathing wheezes and hisses in your chest

"In the House?" isa hums "But why is it covered in what looks like blood?" you're not looking at his face but you're sure it goes pale "Y-you just cut yourself picking it up, right, Sif? By accident?"

you can't find the words

hurt and tired is the only thing you can feel

"Siffrin, give me your arm," odile tells you

you shake your head

"Siffrin."

you pull your arms as far into your cloak as you can

can't let her see them

can't let her see your arms

the constellations you carved into your skin

just to feel something new

the stars as a part of you

she grabs your wrist and you flinch

her hands brush over a thin cut and it hurts it hurts it blinding hurts

she yanks your arm towards her and slides up your sleeve

lightless lines

lightless dots

lightless blood

lightless shapes cover your skin

constellations you can barely remember barely look at going up and around your arm

dark dark dark sheen of dark blood seeping out from the lines you remember carefully cutting into your skin

it was worship

in a way

you're not sure what of

if it was the stars and the universe you can barely remember even as they watch over you constantly

or if it was of the pain and the sensation and the agony of something new after hundreds and hundreds of repeats of the same exact thing

odile's holding your arm

bonbon is next to you staring at you

you can feel isa's grip on you tighten to the point it's just short of pain

it scares you how you want him to tighten his hand just a little more

it scares you how it doesn't scare you with how badly you want to be hurt by him

how badly you want the pain

it should be scary but it's not

you're scared purely by habit

by the knowledge that you should be scared

"Siffrin."

her voice is cold

hard

like steel

"Did you do this?"

no

no

no

no no no no no!

you can't

you can't

you try to pull away

try to pull your arm out of odile's grip

her hand is like a vise

when she notices you trying to escape she grabs your shoulder and holds you in place gently

so gently

like she cares

but she hates you she has to hate you you messed everything up with her she hates you you're not friends you were never friends and now

now

n o w y o u c a n ' t b e f a m i l y

you pull and pull and pull until you can barely breathe from the effort and you start to feel your skin starting to tear under the force

odile's saying something to isa and bonbon's crying but you can't hear more than that

and then you're cool

cold

arms around you

isa

he's holding you properly

his arms are hooked around you and his face is in the crook of your neck

he's so cold

maybe you're just hot

you feel like you're overheating

but he's so cold and it's nice and-

you stopped thrashing

when…?

it doesn't matter

you slump back into his chest

you can't think

hurts

everything h u r t s

odile's still holding your wrist

running her hands over the scars

she's calling for something

or someone

oh

it's mirabelle

mira

she's gasping

you can't bring yourself to look at her face

she sounds like she's crying

stupid disgusting blinding idiot you made her upset

you want to reach our for her but your skin is disgusting just like the rest of you and the only thing of value about you is the constellations on your arms

a familiar feeling surges over you

mira

she's healing you?

no no no you don't deserve that

you deserve the pain

you deserve the pain and the lightless blood a few shades darker than your clothes smeared all over your arms and the constellations painstakingly carved into your skin

you don't deserve mira's careful attention as she heals you or isa muttering into your shoulder as he holds you still or odile staring at your arms or

bonbon

they're so close

they shouldn't be here

they're so young they shouldn't be here they shouldn't be seeing your constellations or your blood

they've already seen you hurt but this is different because you did it to yourself and

and oh

that… makes you realize how messed up this is

stars you really cut constellations into your skin just to feel

you really are disgusting and pathetic

you hate this

hate this hate this hate hate hate this

your family

they shouldn't be seeing you like this

you taste burnt sugar on the back of your tongue but you're so weak and even breathing hurts

you can't do anything except lean more into isa's cold chest and try your best to breathe through the pain as your constellations are soothed away by mira's craft

you feel nauseous

like you're going to throw up

"They're running a fever," you hear mira say "We should… get them to the Head Housemaiden and fast."

"But the glass-"

"No time, Isabeau," mira interrupts him "He's burning up. I'm worried too, but we have to see if the Head Housemaiden can help his fever before we can address…"

lightless blood splattered on the floor where the glass fell

the world

is spinning around you

you can't hold yourself up much longer

you have to though

isa's cold still

bonbon holds your hand and you don't even have the strength to flinch

they're cold too

the head housemaiden is in front of you

you mutter something as she examines you for a fever

and then

and then

and then

and then you hear them talk about leaving you

leaving you?

already?

no no no no no no no no no NO

THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO YOU

THEY CAN'T- CAN'T JUST HEAL SOMETHING SO DISGUSTING AND THEN LEAVE YOU?

NO NO BLINDING NO!

you won't let them

you won't you won't you blinding. won't.

YOU WON'T LET THEM LEAVE.