Work Text:
When you utter those words, you don’t invoke some supernatural power to do your bidding. You are foolish to believe that. You can not invoke a curse, you can not invoke me.
You assume curses are the work of witches and demons; dark words muttered by sinister lips. You believe that curses are loud and gory, that you can feel them coming from miles away.
But I need not make a sound if I don’t want to. I can get wet in the rain and wear a soaked smile on my face if I did want to. Can taste like anything you want, too; taste like him; taste like you. After all, why else would you let me into your home?
Yes, I can be a rather sweet thing really. Pretty enough for you to let me into your heart, into your mind, into your bed. I don’t need to make any sound apart from your name, if that’s what you want.
Indeed you know nothing about curses because, no, I’m not a punishment.
No one deserves me.
