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my  mother's  footsteps  were  so  quiet,  i  barely  heard  her  leave.

everyone's so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrites.

[[if Barbara has no fans, it means Demise has died. At least he enjoys her. 🥺🩷

when has it never been my fault though? everything bad that happens always ends up leading back to me.

+ noticed the marks on his face, like open sores or his eye color; The whites of his eyes were bloodied, almost like eye vein burst. Hemorrhaging, perhaps? She couldn't tell. Yet, she was unscathed; Unimpacted, physically, by the operations from Murkoff. Beauty and beast.

+ depths. That anger. Evil. She's just being kind, polite to keep him on good terms right? She's confused, everything is confusing. She slowly runs a few fingers through his hair, giving him a small smile; Admiring the dark locks on his head, taking in his features. She never +

+ are a good man to me." Keeping friendly, of course. No. Maybe it's a sick sense of attachment? It couldn't be love. It mustn't be love. But what if it was? That horrifies her. Love. Where he peppers her in endearment, she's seen that thing threatening to bubble up from the +

+ murderer, none of his prior victims deserved what had happened to them but unlike her ex-husband at least he'd just kill her rather than keep her around. A lesser of two evils, even though she knows murder is horrible all things considered. "Thank you, Eddie. You're. . . You +

+ apologizing through his teeth. Not anymore. She won't let him. Won't fall for it. When he reaches for her cheek, she lets him - Eyes closing. A lamb in the safety and sanctity of the lion; She's seen his file, knows now the risks of keeping close to Eddie Gluskin. He was a +

+ meek wife that he wanted. The punching bag. She barely registered his words, only processing his promise to her. His declaration to protect her from that wretched man should he come for her. And he will. He always did. He'd always drag her back to him, promising change and +

What has she done? She's sicced a guard dog, no she's condemned her ex-husband to a death sentence. Perhaps a sentence worse than death if the mutilation of his prior victims was anything to go off of - Condemned him to hell. Rightfully so. She's had enough of being the scared, +

[[Barbara VC: I think he's reasonable enough 🥺

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙶𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎

[[Yup. Leaning into Barbara seeing Demises' Eddie as a sort of fucked up guard dog/protector. You could say she's sick in the head herself, especially giving him the greenlight to kill her ex husband.

+ own words, that she's asking him of all people. ". . . If he comes, please. Don't give him kindness. Can you do it for me? I understand if I'm-- If I am tainted but he scares me."

+ her hand cautioned and slowly undoing a wrapping around her neck. Bruises. Deep, angry and hateful bruises littered her skin; Hand indents from him. From strangulation. "I. . . I don't think he'd come here, but he knows I'm here. If he comes--" Pause. She cannot believe her +

+ the worst that can happen? "Eddie, I. . . I'm afraid I must confess something. Something terrible to you. I'm trying to get a divorce from my prior husband, he was a cruel cruel man. You're sweet, you mean well to me but I'm afraid you wouldn't want me." She's reaching up, +

+ ago - Before she left it, as well as the paperwork, in her old home for him to sign once he was out of jail for assaulting her. She had enough. That was that. But. . . No. No. She shouldn't. Oh, but she wants to. If it'll be a big motivator to get out, she'll tell him. What's+

+ if her last marriage was anything to-- No. No. That wasn't her fault. She married a beast. A man who barely saw her as a person and just a source to have his way with however he pleased. She swallowed, eyes dropping to her hand where her ring was once on her finger so long +

Bride. It may as well of been a powerful blast to the chest to hear such a strong, no, surefire declaration. She would laugh. But she won't - She's no bride, no perfect wife you settle into a little house in the suburbs with. With a white picket fence, a dog, kids and the like +