I had an awfully detailed dream of Claude and Alois omf
Before the mid-eighteen hundreds, common belief was that those who suffered from mental illness suffered because they had a “disease of the soul”. Their madness supposedly stemmed from an evil within, and they thus were treated as animals. Patients in these early asylums were kept in cages, given small amounts of often unclean food, had little or no clothing, wore no shoes, and slept in dirt. the caretakers became confident that these human beings were in actuality closer to animals.
"La revanche d’Eve" by Chéri Hérouard for La Vie Parisienne Magazine, 1927
favourite “nooneknowit” movie → The Plague Dogs (1982)
"I’ve only got to drown, or jump under a truck, and the sky will fall down and all the men will die."
Scarlett Johansson & Dita von Teese for Flaunt Magazine.
"Ince..? Do you have the time for a little chat?"
Needless to say, the hybrid was surprised by the redheads sudden wish for conversation, and, smiling nervously, he nodded, “S-sure Inez…what did you want to talk about?”
Even with knowing just what Ince had done for her son, it took placing her pride in a shallow grave and smoothing out the soil on top of it to even begin pondering speaking with the hybrid versus simply no longer giving him the gaze of a fox who was just waiting patiently for the guard dog to leave the prized poultry unattended. And indeed, even if this youngster had appendages adorned in jet black fur, Inez could have sworn she saw white feathers.
Until just lately had she viewed Ince as anything more than a plain and simple chicken, a new credit that Gwendal could take full responsibility for, and Inez could only find herself gazing at the hybrid with a deep sigh escaping through her nostrils. She had been wrong, she had been wrong for years and stubbornly clung to her old ways and overzealous judgment as if the possibility any demon could be a relatively decent being was a plague. Her crusade was against an enemy that need not be fought, rather, made peace with.
A task easier said than done, seeing as she had not even made mental peace with the idea yet here she stood preparing for a verbal apology.
”Well..” Inez piped up, resisting the urge to give her black jacket’s sleeves an anxious tug, “‘Bout you. And I, and some information Gwendal shared with me a lick ago..”
A preferred next question would have been ‘do you want to go get coffee’ but did the little cretin even have a taste for coffee? What about scones? Ince seemed like the type of character who could most likely stomach even the foulest of food. But the fact that she genuinely had no clue what this boy even had a taste for brought a sensation of shame crashing down upon her like a salty wave upon bitter sand.
Was her despise of him always so unwarranted? So unnecessary? He was a mix between a human and demon, he was clearly good enough to earn her son’s love and that was the limit of knowledge she had about this lad.. The rest was mere assumptions, more than one having been proved incorrect already.
”So let’s go for a little walk. It’ll make this far less awkward than sitting around on some bench or somethin’ similar.”
By now, it went without saying that Ince felt little more than fear for the older reaper. Her harsh words, and often harsher stare usually only leading to Ince’s silence, an eternal worry that, should he speak or do something wrong, that he may make the woman’s obvious hate of him come to life in ways other than nasty looks or words.
Even so, the hybrid hadn’t always be so fearful of the older woman. At a time, he’d seen her as someone gentle and kind, even as a sort of motherly figure. Such was only natural, as, staved as he’d been of love and affection, the hybrid had been desperate for anything resembling a soft, gentle touch, or someone only to look upon him with something than disdain in their eyes.
When the first signs of the woman’s change of attitude towards him had began to occur, Ince had been more than confused. It took years to fully understand the reasons behind the change, and even after he did he couldn’t help but feel extremely hurt by them. Even more than that, however, Ince had felt guilty, that he had somehow caused a rift between the person he loved most and their own mother.
The hybrid, eyes having been turned toward their usual place on the ground, glanced up for a moment once she mentioned wanting to talk about him, worry instantly growing, his mind now thinking back to anything he may have done to upset or displease her, or even if there was something Gwendal had told her he didn’t know yet. “O-oh…” he said meekly, fidgeting with a loose button on his coat.
While she was correct in her thinking that Ince would indeed eat just about anything, he would have been grateful that she chose the option of simply taking a walk, rather than sitting somewhere. He was far to nervous to properly enjoy any food at the moment, and at least in the public there were places and things he could focus on without accidentally seeming as if he was ignoring her.
Nodding at the suggestion, and hesitating only for a moment before stepping closer to wait on her lead, Ince again glanced up at the redhead, “Everything’s..okay, right?” he asked softly worry and confusion clear in his voice, as he truly wasn’t able to imagine much good come from Inez wanting to converse.
”Oh yes.. Yes everything is quite alright,” the grim reaper piped up with some surprise, though, she offered a small smile in an attempt to comfort his clear concern that was plastered over the young man’s face ; no doubt predicting something foul. “I wouldn’t take you for a walk if something horrid had happened.”
Beginning this walk which she had proposed, she kept the pace slow but steady, perfect for casual motion but not at all enough to break any sort of sweat even if they spent an hour in motion. As she did, her mind reeled with memories not unlike the cinematic records she viewed near daily, but this was her own and it seemed like so long ago since she dared to venture back to the days of Gwendal’s early childhood. The lovely feeling of two children nestled into her then only one which soon turned to none as she wished for him only safety, a plan which did not involve her.
Then, there were nights where not only Gwendal but a small friend at times sneaked into her bed for a variety of reasons ; storms, loneliness, nightmares. And in their anxiety was her comfort, and in her comfort came their’s. The familiar feeling of two.. Inez cast a sideways glance at Ince with a sigh escaping through her nostrils.
When Ince and her son had become more intimate.. It all had changed horribly, A tiny tot had turned into a fiend hellbent on ruining her son and a selfish ambition she had shoved onto the redhead with the excuse of ‘I want better for you than I got’. But it was more than time to make amends for her assumptions, and Inez was becoming painfully aware that she was unfashionably late to that realization.
”I just want to talk with you and say a few things..” She trailed off briefly before continuing, “What.. What sort of future do you want? With Gwen, I mean.”
黑暗的树林去, 那个小羊跑, 黑上它雪白毛.
Into the dark woods, the little lamb went, tainting its pure-white wool.
黑暗的树林去, 那个小羊跑, 不敢回首.
Into the darkness, the little lamb ran, not taking a single look back.
然后, 那个漂亮的小羊羊绝对不会在怕, 因为现在它领导狼.
After that, the pretty little lamb need not live in fear again, for now it was the wolf of the pack.