vocab_drabbles | [Challenge #111: Finifugal.] It gets so lonely here. "You as Broken as I Triumphant."

Title: You as Broken as I Triumphant
Fandom: It gets so lonely here (Visual Novel)
Author:

luminious
Rating: T
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Protagonist/Witch.
Warnings: Toxic yuri, mentions of bullying and trash parents and mentions of previous deaths, for anyone not comfortable with that.
Summary:

“One death would be enough to finish most of your kind off, but you have endured six of them,” I told you moments prior to clutching your shivering, cold body like a child would a prized glass doll.

I will give you the ovation you are owed—

You are a determined girl.

Naive, yes, often biting off more than you can chew, but nevertheless a determined girl.

It is for that virtue that I will give you the cornucopia of amare you so, and of me I shall be the inamorata you revere, the golden cow of your prayers…

For no one loves you as much as I.

(Or, an extended take on the part of the visual novel where the witch attempts to psychologically break down the protagonist into giving up trying to change her fate to be by her side.)
Disclaimer: I do not own It gets so lonely here, nor am I or will I ever profit from this work.

I HOLD MY ARMS TIGHTLY around your stomach and sides, the hooked drapes of my black sleeves pressed against your dirty, white uniform shirt and the waistband of your torn plaid skirt as we stand in the middle of a forest of my creation, you as broken as I triumphant.

Your fingers—one adequately well-groomed for an upper-class girl and now full of blisters and unevenly and unintentionally cut fingernails, rough, dirt-covered skin around the prints—spread apart from each other as if trying to avoid becoming stuck together as you press them against your face, a trail of water appearing from each of your salmon-tinted eyes.

Perhaps the girls who once tore up your homework and spilled the spiciest of ginger tea onto your blazers would be informing you how fitting this ending is for you despite your insistence it isn’t, that is if those girls did not decide their ultimate, most brilliant way to torment your existence would be to not acknowledge you living amongst them at all.

It is well known to those girls, you, and I that neither the woman who birthed you nor the father whose seed you arose from would give much reaction, for they never had much hope or opinion on you in the first place.

Fear not, however, for I shall always be for you, no matter how many times you try to defy the undeniable truth that all paths no matter how much it hurts you and faux liberate you will, at the final cord, all point back to me.

“One death would be enough to finish most of your kind off, but you have endured six of them,” I told you moments aforetime clutching your shivering, cold body like a child would a prized glass doll.

I will give you the ovation you are owed—you are a determined girl.

Naive, yes, often biting off more than you can chew, but nevertheless a determined girl.

It is for that virtue that I will give you the cornucopia of amare you so, and of me I shall be the inamorata you revere, the golden cow of your prayers…

Thus, my dear, it is best to cease this desire to travel such dangerous territory in these woods of mine like a babe in the woods, and accept what the stars—my stars—have in store for you.

For no one will love you as much as I.