Chapter 5705 Cry Little Sister(Incest/Taboo Fuck):>Ep10
- No, there wasn't anger in Dorian's eyes. He was alone with me and his mask was gone, so there was only his playfulness. "I'll keep waiting for you, if you need, little sister, little Mina. I haven't done anything either and I won't, baby. You can if you need to, though, if you want to try something else, someone else, but you were always the one. You always understood and I can take care of you in the moments like during this movie. I'll always watch you when the obsession sinks in and you start sleepwalking in the skin of another character, when you let them use your body to come alive. I'll always bring you back, baby. But you're well loved and if you wanted to try being with someone else, someone closer to reality that I am, then I'd help you do that, too. Brandon, in particular-"
- Mina was a force still in my blood. He had been calling me by her name for months and she was near to breaking to Dracula's influence. Somewhere beneath the surface, she saw a mirror and snapped again, hissing like a fanged snake, blinking with the gray eyes of death and bloodthirst, swiping her claws in a fit to rip through the reflective glass. Dorian genuinely didn't mean anything manipulative in the comment was what made it so awful to react the way I did, to snarl with Mina's teeth and yank him to me in a forceful, angry kiss. Whenever I allowed him to pull away, his smile was bashful at first, but then pleased. "I'll take that as a no."
- It made me angry, somehow, when faced with the idea of being something less than what he was, when he was transcendent in the world of the strange and genius. For all my protests, the thought of walking a normal path made me recoil. Goddammit, I couldn't remember who I was anymore. I clasped my hand to my head, thinking through names that were locked in my head. Lucy. Lucille. Mina. Clarice. Christine. Juliet. Plays and musicals from before I'd started into movies, back when Dorian was the one whispering in my ear to let go and to lose myself, to fall into the madness and have fun in it when it made things better anyway. I remembered him whispering that it seemed to help me to give it an outlet, when it seemed like the build of insanity found other ways to break through if I didn't give it release.