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it feels good , in a sick sort of sense . he needed her . he needed her to free him , she needed him to stay alive .
they were connected in that way . fates intertwined .
it should be cold , his touch , but to her , it's almost warm . at least , as warm as cobblestone feels when under the sun for an afternoon .
she tenses slightly under his touch , but she soon almost leans into it .
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⠀he had never imagined his little lamb to
⠀be such a slave to power as she was . but
⠀then again , he had seen it in her , when
⠀she lay her head upon the sacrificial altar .
⠀she wished for strength then . for power .
⠀a way to save herself from her fate .
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in a way , this was her next life . a second chance , a way to live so powerfully she'd get even the gods to bow to her .
her jaw clenched slightly , and she braved a step closer to him .
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“ i want to prove myself to you . ” she turns slightly , upper body facing him , her doe eyes meeting his softened gaze . she peers up at him , and then turns fully to face him .
her heart was racing . not just her heart , but her mind . it felt more like her entire body was aflame , lit up , tingling with excitement for what could be .
she tenses as he draws near , as he looms over her shoulder , and it feels like he’s speaking in her ear .
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⠀her reaction is pleasing to him . posture
⠀straightens to show it , features soften .
⠀' the thought appeals to you ? ' he says
⠀as his dark gaze flickers subtly over her .
⠀he steps to the side of her , then behind
⠀her again , eyeing her dark locks .
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she can feel his breath tickle her cheek , and she shivers slightly , the feeling travelling up her spine .
“ i want this . i want to be like you . ” she glances over her shoulder , not enough to meet his gaze , but enough to see him .
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kori licked her lips , and bowed her head , before lifting her chin , looking up at him .
eyes set with determination . she 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 kill for him . she 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 become as powerful as he .
to become the equal to a being as powerful as him . . . now wasn't that something to imagine ?
she could hardly believe it . all her life , kori had never thought herself to be powerful . didn't even allow herself the luxury of dreaming it .
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⠀her hesitation had confused him from the
⠀very start . he was no stranger to death . in
⠀fact , he was more comfortable with it than
⠀anything else he knew . and yet she hid from
⠀it . cowered from it . he was eternal –– he'd
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yet now , as she stood in front of narinder , the one who waits below , the god of death , she was being promised power beyond imagine .
it was tantalizing . she could almost taste it , the feeling of her body surging with capabilities beyond imagination .
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it was a feeling she could get used to . it felt nice , the knowing that she could be so much more than just a little lamb .
" this . . . " she lifted her hand to touch the crown . " your crown . i will wear it well , i promise you . "
there's an unfamiliar feeling that washes over her as the crown meets her head , and she shudders slightly , accustoming herself to this newfound power .
yes , that was exactly it . she wasn't used to power . to feeling so strong .
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⠀he had never been gentle , not once in
⠀his long , long life . but he finds himself
⠀. . . attempting , releasing her arm so he
⠀could remove the crown from his head
⠀of raven black locks . he brings it to hers
⠀instead , and the red eye upon it opens
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she hoped he believed her . she hoped she could make those words true . she wanted to save him —— she wanted to make him proud .
she owed it to him . she owed her life to him .
she tried not to wince at his words , and she turned her face away , lips pressed together in a thin line . slowly , she faced him again as he began to draw near .
it seemed everytime he did , all the hairs on her arms stood on end . he had such a strange effect on her .
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⠀he pauses in step , his dark gaze drawn
⠀towards the lamb one more , contents
⠀of the table no longer a concern for him .
⠀' i do not 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 , lamb . i 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 , ' he says ,
⠀studying her expression . she was afraid .
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“ i understand . ” her voice is hoarse , afraid , and yet she continues talking anyways . she knows her duty . it’s not one she chose , but it is a responsibility she had to show , nevertheless .
“ i will not let you down . ”
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gaze follows the path down to her bicep , tensing up slightly at the pressure against her arm .
she returns to look at him , but then casts her gaze downwards yet again . she cannot look him in the eye .
“ if you truly believe , then i am indebted to you . ”
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⠀' you are the 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 one who can help me . '
⠀which was exactly why he wouldn't let
⠀her die . not now , not ever . the god's
⠀hand skims down to her bicep , grasps .
⠀' the last of your kind , the prophecy is
⠀yours , and mine . we are correlative . '
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