Grasping the Kor Concept

As much as I hate to agree with that asshat Fracture, there is one thing he has been right about.

Cordelia is not to be fucking trusted.  Luckily for Gray, I'm keeping an eye out for the both of us.  If it were up to me we wouldn't be living within three states of her, but he needs this right now so I'll deal.  If anything looks even remotely dangerous I'm getting us as far away from this disaster waiting to happen of a group as I can.

I went to visit our lovely red prison guard the other day for the first time.  Gray had been keeping us apart because apparently he was concerned that I'd make a bad impression.  As if I made a bad impression on the other members of the group.  Besides, I kind of went there hoping to leave a bad impression.  Let the bitch know it isn't just the pushover kid she has to get through.

She was completely unrepentant about the way she's using my Gray.  It's disgusting and I will stop her if it goes any farther.  He is not her tool, neither of us are.  She needs to realize that it is a favor that I even allow her to talk to him.  And the lies that pour from her mouth about pacifism and not wanting to hurt people.  Does she realize how fake she sounds?  Seriously, I don't think anyone other than Gray could ever believe her.

I mean, Gray's trusting and naive nature is adorable and I love that about him, but that's why he needs to listen to me when I, as the common sense between us, tell him NOT TO TRUST HER.  But he's busy being a hopeless idiot.  Sigh.  Sometimes loving him is hard.

Ugh, and she reminded me about that bitch Jessica, who I also need to remember to murder.  I owe her a chopped off arm at least but with any luck I'll get to really fuck her up.  She deserves it.  Gray still has nightmares about what she did to him, and I don't blame him.  

BUT THE MAIN THING I'M PISSED OFF ABOUT IS THIS CRAFTING THING.

If you knew Gray like I did you would know that filling his head with delusions of grandeur is a really bad idea.  He breaks down.  It's what he does.  It's all I can do to keep him pulled together, like herding freaking emotional cats.  And now he's got some weird freaky power where he can change the world with his mind?  That's not stable, that's not helping.  I know how to help him and taking away the solidity of reality is not helping his ability to keep a grasp on it.

If The Red Bitch keeps pushing him to fuck with the universe and he keeps doing it and hurting himself inside I'm going to stop it.  I'm going to shut it the fuck down.  His destiny or not his fucking destiny, if it is hurting him IT WILL STOP.

So yeah, if you're reading this Cordelia, and I hope you are, watch yourself.  And watch yourself around Gray most of all.  He's mine and I will protect him.

-The Kor  

Miss Kordelia~

Fuck am I SICK of that name! Doting over her like some stray puppy, Gray has looked even more pathetic lately. It's complete trash. I'm supposed to be the one hugging him while he cries! I'm supposed to be the one who lets him curl up next to me in bed when he has nightmares!

I'm the one who's supposed to give him the happiness and safety he deserves. ME ME ME.

The kid, fuck, Gray adores her. It fucking pisses me off. I'm not buying her whole charity giving loving mother play. It stinks like a pile of shit. So what, she drove all the fucking way to Maine from Las fucking Vegas just to go help Gray because she felt bad for us?

Cause her stupid anorexic asshole of a boss apparently gives a shit about us?

That's a new one.

I abide by her for now because she gives us food and seems to be keeping us alive and safe, and because Gray really does seem to love her. I don't want to deal with that idiotic kid's meltdown if I try and separate him from yet another protector. Though I have a feeling this one won't die so easy as the last.

So yeah, bitch witch, I know you're reading this blog, and I know we've yet to meet in person, but just know that I'm watching you. We may be going to Las Vegas with you but that is far from meaning either of us is your willing slave. If you try anything that could harm one single fucking hair on Gray's head I swear to God you will burn. Even He won't be able to save you. Trust me.

I'll probably be gone by the time you wake up since I'm sneaking out while the kid's asleep, but let this post stand to show that I am here and I don't like you.

And don't you fucking call him 'My Love'. He's my love. You don't get to take him from me. You will never take him from me.

Have a Great Day!

~ The Kor

A Korus of Static

I guess it's up to me to tell you this shit, since apparently Gray isn't going to.  I mean seriously, he made this blog to talk about himself, but when there's shit bothering him it's all 'I don't want to worry them', 'it's not their problem to worry about anyway'.  I mean, fuck kid, if you're gonna vent then VENT.

But he's right about one thing, you assholes aren't going to care.  You could be halfway across the world from him, he isn't expecting you to come and save him.  He isn't expecting you to tell him how to live safely.  He isn't even looking for goddamn advice, all he wants is a little bit of FUCKING PITY and you shits are too self absorbed or whatever to give the poor despairing kid what he wants.

That's what I'm here for, though, by all means, prove to him what I have been telling him all along.  That I'm the only person on this god forsaken planet that cares about him. 

Anyway, it is ME who is always coming here asking for advice.  But since appealing to your good natures seems to not work since you have consistently shown that you couldn't be bothered to try and help a crying child, I will try something else.  Bargaining?  I don't know what the fuck you people want, but just help me help Gray and I'll do something for you.  Please, just act like a fucking human.  He's fifteen, he's curled up in a corner of our mind crying in pain, how can you sit there and NOT help him.  Have a sense of fucking decency.

He says that there's this buzzing, like static in his ears.  It's been around for a while but recently it's been getting louder and more painful.  I don't hear it, so I can't know, but Gray sometimes has to stop and grab his head to try and hold it together.  I took back over to stop him from literally PULLING OUT HIS HAIR.  And apparently he even hears the static while he's inside our head.  But I can't stay here forever, if Mr. Tallfuck comes back I can't be around.

Gray and I decided that earlier, y'know, before he started having TVs turned to full sound in his ears for some reason.  

I don't know what the fuck this is, so I don't know how to fix him.  HELP ME FIX HIM.  He's my precious Gray, I NEED him.  If he breaks I'll blame every FUCKING one of you that didn't save him.

I can't deal with this alone.  

Have a nice day.