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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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“the devil and the deep blue sea” 🃏

pairing. the weeping clown (swallow of deception) x you genre. angst & obsession synopsis. the deceptive god swears you’re the exception, do you believe him?

my writing here is super clumsy >< this scene wouldn't leave my head until i wrote it, and after it finished i had no interest in cleaning it up anymore. even so, i hope someone might enjoy it

The Swallow first presented himself inside your dreams.

Like a ghost, he had no discernible face to show, but you learned him well: he spoke with a tenderness that reached into the depths of your heart and cradled you with promises of making all your dreams come true. It didn’t matter if he himself was just a dream — he was a flicker of hope in the darkness.

“All I ask is your trust,” he said. “Yield to me and I will guide the wayward sons of your island home.”

A simple enough trade-off. Your faith in him deepened with every encounter. And soon, he began to adopt a more tangible form: no longer a wispy ghost of your dreams, but a bodied man with warm eyes and curls of snow-white hair. He spent long nights sharing your heart and kissing away your tears.

For a moment, he pacified all your grief.

But all dreams must eventually come to an end. More and more villagers vanished at sea. He laced his words with a sweeter and sweeter poison. You seemed to be the only one spared from your island’s misfortune, and the Swallow’s true intentions became crystal clear.

You were beginning to dread your next encounter with him. By now he must had known you’d caught onto him, but the idea of confronting him frightened you. No amount of "I love you"s could mend the skepticism unraveling in your heart.

When he appeared again at your balcony, spotlighted by the moon above, you pretended not to notice him. He was an ethereal sight, almost like a god. But you kept your head turned away. He said nothing to announce his arrival either, as if he knew you wanted to voice your own inner turmoil first.

You kept your focus on folding the paper dolls in front of you, something you used to do religiously in the past. A doll for every lost islander. And another for every lost hope. You entrusted them with your wishes and prayed someone out there might hear them.

Clearly, the reappearance of these dolls meant that your faith in the Swallow was dwindling.

He observed your work from a distance, face impassive, still waiting for you to acknowledge him. A single golden teardrop trickled down his cheek. To that, you scowled. He could weep at your feet as much as he liked, you had no more sympathy left to give him.

He tried again. Extending a closed fist towards you, he opened his palm to reveal a pile of tiny paper flowers. They spilled from his fingers and were caught by the sea breeze, fluttering your way like gentle butterflies.

If this little magic trick was his attempt at an apology, you were not amused. You swatted the flowers away from kissing your cheek, and they disappeared a blink later.

“...You are cruel, you know,” you started. You hadn’t looked his way just yet, but this silent game was too irritating to bear. “You’re twisting our elders’ hearts to death. And mine, too.”

“I know,” he said. You didn’t want to let him get to you. But his nonchalant answer washed all of your frustrations over you once again, and you accidentally ripped the paper doll in your hands. You stared at it blankly, then tossed it into the nearby fireplace.

Another paper doll discarded because of him. You remembered burning them all the first time you thought the Swallow had answered your prayers. Now he got to you again— that irked you more than anything.

“I never meant to hurt you. Please believe me.” Delicate voice, cliché excuse. He was exhausting.

“If you really meant that, you would stop what you’re doing. But you won’t. You will do as you please sending more of us to our dooms.”

“You’ll be spared.”

Your hands stopped briefly, but returned to work a second later. “If the trade-off is a life of heartache, I’d rather not take it.”

“...I’m sorry.”

You waited for him to continue, but he stopped there.

“That’s all you have to say? Really?”

“...I don’t regret what I’ve done. I only wish your heart hadn’t gotten caught in the crossfire.”

A sudden spurt of confidence swept over him, and he took some steps closer. He knelt beside you, gently picking up your hand to lie over his heart. You still refused to meet him in the eye.

“Please listen to me. It has never been my mission to harm you. No matter what I’ve done to this island, you have always been the exception.”

“I don’t understand how you think this will bring me any comfort.”

“I know. It might not. I’m not looking for forgiveness. But my love for you is genuine. If there is anything I can do to assuage your pain—I could help you off the island, I could calm the tides—anything, I will do anything for you.”

All of a sudden, you felt like another veil had been lifted from over your eyes. Every one of his words had sounded contrived, but these especially so. These were the same promises he made that led to every islander’s disappearance.

As that realization dawned on you, you finally snapped around to face him. He looked miserable: his brows now knitting in sheer despair, his cheeks stained with streaks of gold. But he didn’t recoil, not even when faced with the look of betrayal twisting your features.

“I am not lying this time.” His hold tightened around your wrist in sync with another wave of tears. “Please. Please. Nothing in this world could entice me to harm you.”

“Stop it, you know exactly what you’re saying.” You tried to snatch your hand out of his grasp, but he fumbled not to let you go.

“Not you, never to you.” He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a desperate kiss against your knuckles. Caught off-guard, you jerked upright, your chair scraping backwards. You should’ve been the afflicted one here and yet the Swallow was the weeping mess in front of you.

“E-Enough! Let go of me! Why are you acting like this...?”

The Swallow, now looking at the ground, obeyed without question. Then his hands rose to cover his tearful eyes. Part of you couldn’t believe the sight in front of you. He became nothing but an empty shell of the deity you revered only days ago.

He remained on the floor, mumbling to himself as you backed away towards the door.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect your heart. I know it’s too late to redeem myself... You will always be the light of my life regardless.”

His words were muddling with your head. Surely, you convinced yourself, these were empty confessions-- all the same words he used against everyone he tricked. You refused to let them affect you as well.

You laid a hand over the doorknob and squeezed your eyes shut. Then, against your better judgement, you spared him one final glance. He’d returned to the balcony, as if he was preparing to leave.

You stared into him one last time, combatting his wistful eyes with dogged anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I won’t torment you any longer.”

The next time you looked back at the balcony, all that was left was some scattered scraps and paper swallows. You never did see him again.

#hi i got ill again and this was the result . 👼#anyway #i think weepy is fated to suffer a tragic love in every universe :)#smth smth the worshipper becomes the worshipped when their faith starts to dwindle #idv imagines #identity v #idv x reader #weeping clown x reader #weeping clown x you #joker idv #joker x reader #joker x you

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