Joseph was about to refuse, to have his partner duct tape her mouth shut, but something stopped him. Something about her reminded him of himself, when he was much younger. More naive.
She reminded him of the first time he had killed a human. His wife had just discovered his early dalliances into magic and had been horrified. She had threatened to go to the police. To the priest. To anyone who would listen. It was the first time that Joseph realized that his life, whether it be the way he lived it or his literal life, was worth more to him than anything else in the world.
So he strangled his wife, had watched the life leave her eyes as "My Funny Valentine" played in the background. It was the last time he had ever really heard music. Until now. Until this girl. This girl was his funny Valentine.
"My name is Joseph," he said, taking off the raggedy bathrobe he had been wearing as he began to dress himself in clothes more fitting. A sharp tweet suit was more his style, the sort of clothing that allowed him to be just another old man. "And of course this isn't all I do, my dear. It's not some compulsion like your television shows and movies depict. It's survival."
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Date: 2014-06-19 07:49 pm (UTC)She reminded him of the first time he had killed a human. His wife had just discovered his early dalliances into magic and had been horrified. She had threatened to go to the police. To the priest. To anyone who would listen. It was the first time that Joseph realized that his life, whether it be the way he lived it or his literal life, was worth more to him than anything else in the world.
So he strangled his wife, had watched the life leave her eyes as "My Funny Valentine" played in the background. It was the last time he had ever really heard music. Until now. Until this girl. This girl was his funny Valentine.
"My name is Joseph," he said, taking off the raggedy bathrobe he had been wearing as he began to dress himself in clothes more fitting. A sharp tweet suit was more his style, the sort of clothing that allowed him to be just another old man. "And of course this isn't all I do, my dear. It's not some compulsion like your television shows and movies depict. It's survival."