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zarahjoyce) wrote2017-12-05 03:01 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2017-12-05 03:01 pm
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Choices
It was easier, she thought, to concentrate on his evil deeds, to forget that he was once what his victims would now perpetually be: an innocent unwittingly caught in this ugly war.
(betraying him became natural - even just - then.)
Unrequited
There's a twitch in his chest every time he set his eyes upon her; once, just once, he wanted to give into the urge and claim her as his, let himself steal her fire as his kind were wont to do.
(and yet--)
Gaze
He was a beautiful man, she thought wryly, and not for the first time; objectively speaking there's unsung grace in his limbs and gratuitous strength in his bones that could rattle anyone - even her - if she let him.
(too bad he had to die.)
Appasionato
"As long as you take care of your enemies cleanly, then I've got no problem with it," she said, and he fought the urge to smirk; she was more ruthless and cunning than any vampire he'd encountered and - certainly not for the first time - he thought she would make a great queen.
(his.)
Naked
He reached for her hand. Surprisingly, deftly, she evaded his touch and threw a smile at him.
"I need you to be beside me all the time. You are my campaign manager. It's your job," he insisted, taking another step closer.
She stood her ground; nothing in her body moved, but he looked into her eyes and found, to his mild annoyance, that she seemed to be laughing at him.
No one ever dared to, before.
She did.
"I will be beside you all the time. Don't worry." She leaned in - closer, closer - and whispered:
"I assure you: there's no other place I'd rather be in."
They both smiled.
It was easier, she thought, to concentrate on his evil deeds, to forget that he was once what his victims would now perpetually be: an innocent unwittingly caught in this ugly war.
(betraying him became natural - even just - then.)
Unrequited
There's a twitch in his chest every time he set his eyes upon her; once, just once, he wanted to give into the urge and claim her as his, let himself steal her fire as his kind were wont to do.
(and yet--)
Gaze
He was a beautiful man, she thought wryly, and not for the first time; objectively speaking there's unsung grace in his limbs and gratuitous strength in his bones that could rattle anyone - even her - if she let him.
(too bad he had to die.)
Appasionato
"As long as you take care of your enemies cleanly, then I've got no problem with it," she said, and he fought the urge to smirk; she was more ruthless and cunning than any vampire he'd encountered and - certainly not for the first time - he thought she would make a great queen.
(his.)
Naked
He reached for her hand. Surprisingly, deftly, she evaded his touch and threw a smile at him.
"I need you to be beside me all the time. You are my campaign manager. It's your job," he insisted, taking another step closer.
She stood her ground; nothing in her body moved, but he looked into her eyes and found, to his mild annoyance, that she seemed to be laughing at him.
No one ever dared to, before.
She did.
"I will be beside you all the time. Don't worry." She leaned in - closer, closer - and whispered:
"I assure you: there's no other place I'd rather be in."
They both smiled.