[ Unnecessary. Hope with its wings pinned, torn open for curious investigation. Unnecessary was what he had hoped, yes. Now two lay entrapped at the crux of time and how it exercises cruelty upon those who are forced to endure it. He had sought those few moments blindly, and she suffers the consequence of his cling to life that isn't his. Her glamours fade to gore, life ghosting through enacted violence that stays her to this wedding chamber. Once before, once now. The end result remains, now bereft of any hope for mercy.
He does as instructed. That had always been the easiest and caused less conflagration. Its scratch against wretched, bloody dampness reminds him of why that is — why the sole pursuit of strength and leaving everything else to auxiliary vice, kindness, was what he had chosen some odd lifetime ago.
Sluggishly, arms unwind, heels slip back into the mess. His slick fingers inch along ornate moulding until they reach the latch to the door, and with a soft click-and-heave, he emerges into the hall of the inn which he is certain does not look how it should. But his perception of it swims as the door snaps behind him, the scent of fur and steel and unborn fire dappled against the back of his throat. He tastes it.
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He does as instructed. That had always been the easiest and caused less conflagration. Its scratch against wretched, bloody dampness reminds him of why that is — why the sole pursuit of strength and leaving everything else to auxiliary vice, kindness, was what he had chosen some odd lifetime ago.
Sluggishly, arms unwind, heels slip back into the mess. His slick fingers inch along ornate moulding until they reach the latch to the door, and with a soft click-and-heave, he emerges into the hall of the inn which he is certain does not look how it should. But his perception of it swims as the door snaps behind him, the scent of fur and steel and unborn fire dappled against the back of his throat. He tastes it.
Blood suffocates magic, releasing her. ]