they cannot understand you truly~."
This time his hands would hold her face and lean in close. "Now speak it, speak what you wish of me. Tell me, Selene~"
He felt her hand tighten around his neck as he felt his blood pump faster in response, then the other hand rose up and began to squeeze as well. He felt the blood flow slow as her hands squeezed, he felt his wind pipe narrow, she knew exactly how to do it... he taught her well.
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Her grip loosened, hands sliding from his throat to his cheeks.
"I hate you. . I despise you! Why of everything from that cursed land, why was it you who followed me?!"
She sobbed out, knowing she couldn't finish the deed, knowing that deep down, she craved him once more.
nothing but regrets..." Slowly his breathing settled. He stepped closer into her grasp as she held his face.
"Because out of everyone, none could understand you better. None can understand you here, no matter what bonds you may make, no matter who you find panting over you,-
The space between them nonexistent. He smirked as he as he saw her hand glow with that familiar energy.
"Lies... you know what it is you desire, more than my death..."
He took her hand free of the staff and raised it to his neck. "So choose~ You can't have it all~"
"Oh, and why should I not call you by your name? You gave it to be so willingly. Did me saying your name not bring you a sense of comfort before? And deep down, does it not still~"
His hand would finally move from her staff to his masked, removing it and tossing it to the ground
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Selene just wanted this to cease, to rid herself of this vile specter. She wanted to inflict the same pain that he did so to her. To see him perish once more and end the nightmare.
And that face that she knew so well was exactly the same, to the smallest detail. Something shared only in private, as her name was, amongst other things.
His hand would then slowly remove the staff from her hand, dropping it next t o his mask, as he took a step closer.
"No, you couldn't save her because you thought you could outsmart my blood, you did not accept it and so you could not fully use it."
A shiver ran through him as her dugs clawed into his hand
"Because deep down, you don't want me to..."
A voice echoed in his mind
"...Selene~"
It was like a dream, everything she said, everything she felt, everything she did. It felt like he had experienced it before, he could see flashes of himself bleeding and dying in front of her. And the mix of emotions between them at the moment, the mix of hate and lust.
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"Why.. Why do you still haunt me?"
His touch disgusted her but she did not pull away. Her own hand came to sit upon his, nails digging into his flesh.
"Why can you not die like everything else . . ?" She sobbed out, her face contorted in wrathful despair.
"Blood? My blood? Oh, I seeeee. I see what that other version of myself did, very clever. It seems that we are bound, my dear Lambkin. That...Carian was it? That Carian blood that runs through you, but also my pure and cursed blood."
"Take the coast of your shirt out of my pay~" He chose not to get paid, as he cut her shirt to reveal the wound more.
He was a deceptive genius when it came to anatomy, knowing exactly how to tend to her wounds.
In five minutes she was stitched, though he kept her laying down
"Do not threaten me with an enjoyable time my dear, plus tis only the two of us~" He spoke in his usual teasing tone.
He was very good at killing, but he had the knowledge of a war surgeon, he knew how to tend to wounds.
A scalpel appeared in his hand
and leaned to give Varre a clear space to work. Fortunately, Heloisa couldn't laugh through her gritted teeth. "Use my real name again and we'll both be needing stitches."