Cordelia .

She doesn’t want to feel like this . .

Why not?

Because then she wouldn’t have to feel guilty for wishing her father was dead . .

Maybe he should have let her die all those years ago . . @sugerecruor.bsky.social

She can’t . .

Because her mother would never forgive her . .

She really doesn’t know, she can’t do the one thing she wants to do . .

Hm?

She wants to but she’s not sure that would end well . .

She couldn’t help feeling like this when her father got to live after all he’d done.

Shaking her head, she turned and walked outside to sit on the porch.

“That’s not the point, he deserves to suffer!” She shouted, hating how she couldn’t control her emotions.

“You could have easily found someone else.”

Narrowing her eyes angrily. “Why not? His choices got me killed.”

Letting herself in, and stepping into the living room. “How could you . .” @turpisanima.bsky.social

That’s not true, someone could . .

She’s just so angry that her mother would do this.

She wants him to die, but how can she do that to her mother?

He didn’t even deserve that!

After everything he did, her mother saved her father from dying!

Unbelievable . . @sugerecruor.bsky.social

Moaning softly, she laid her head back and gripped his hair. “Leave me weak, baby.” She pleaded.

She was certainly craving it, and it didn’t take long before she had his shirt and suspenders on the floor.

Moving her fingers through his hair, she leaned in closer to kiss him.

“I had to be to keep up with you.” She said with a grin as she shifted her body to straddle his lap.

“I was still a virgin then, and it was a different time. I was raised in polite society, I didn’t know what it meant to do those things.” She explained, but she was still smiling at him.

“Is that how you thought about me when we met?” She asked curiously, before she kissed his nose with a smile.

“I want to see her smile again.” She responded softly as she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his.

Sitting down on his lap, she settled her arms around his neck. “Maybe he’s just what she needs then, she always seems distant and unhappy.”

“The boy down at the party who keeps watching her?” She asked curiously.

“The difference is I was murdered so I didn’t have a choice, that’s why I wanted her to be able to decide.” She explained with a small frown.

“Who else could show her? She’s already seen it from us.”

“I just wish she’d decide one way or the other if she wants the change. The boys didn’t even hesitate in saying yes.” She responded with a small sigh.