Idas Sanity Is Held Together By Duct-tape - Tumblr Posts

Warning: Angsty and somewhat suicide adjacent.

Ida thinks about disappearing down Bastion’s throat, of being trapped within the predatory Fae’s stomach. Of vanishing completely from the outside world and Bastion being the only one who knows her fate. A part of her wants it. Wants to reward this monster for pretending to be a person. For making her feel less lonely, for letting her pretend to be a person even though she doesn’t at all feel like one. Another part wants to see Bastion with the mask completely off. Wants to know fully the deadly creature she’s been treating as tame. Even if it kills her. Another part of her feels guilty for feeling this way. She’s ostensibly a person after all, even if she rarely feels like one. A person shouldn’t want to throw their life away so easily. A person shouldn’t need a monster’s company to feel whole. A person shouldn’t find comfort in deadly things just because they are honest about being deadly. A person should feel safe in the company of other people. She mustn’t succumb to temptation, after all even if she doesn’t feel like a person, she’s still supposed to be one.