"There is beauty in the ephemeral nature of life.
The moment one rejects an ending, they reject the very thing that gives life meaning.
So come.
Let me show you the mercy called death."
The tall man didn't move, at first. Looking behind his back just enough to watch the silver fox behind him without much emotion on his expression.
"I do not appreciate the little hide and seek, fox."
As if he needed to remember the sound of her name to go back.
He lowered his hand, instead opening his arm as if to call for her to his side, closing the door behind him using his foot.
The man went inside his chambers, his face showing a clear lack of emotion as he lifted a finger to point to the intruder, clearly intending to end it's life in that moment.
"Mona."
He said her name, as if anchoring himself to his humanity once more by repeating it (+)
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⠀The astrologist hummed to herself while seated at the open window of Reinhold, waiting for him to return to his chambers.
⠀Emerald eyes watched the door patiently.
⠀He'd come see her soon enough.
⠀
He thought for a moment, should he give his name so easily?
"Reinhold." A pause, and with it, his hands pulled closer in a soft embrace. "Reinhold Lysmane, but you shall call me as you wish."
"What a boring woman."
He looked into her eyes directly, but she wasn't reflected in them— he wanted to taste fear, interest, or any other emotion from her and came back as hungry as before.
He retrieved his hand from her, before simply taking a step back.
‷ I said don’t touch me please. ‴
her eyes open now, her eye mask fading away into glitter.
still, she wasn’t hostile— her eyes carried constellations, each blink scattering them like dust.
deep inside of me stirs a love that is deranged and sick. if i had a choice, i would love you to the point of suffocation. but would you still love me? could you still love me, despite everything?