He doesn't judge her. He doesn't tell her that she's being selfish. She's chasing delusions and lies. He just gestured to a spot to place the case. In their room. Where she can see it. Hear the rhythmic thumping of the heart as the hollow container amplifies the sound. A heartbeat she had fallen asleep to so many times before.
No, he doesn't pause to think about it. He's always loved her exactly the way she was; selfish delusions and all. He's come closer, thumb wiping away a lingering smear of blood. Eularia's numb, as she settled the heart on the indicated table.
And she inhaled sharply when he said he loved her.
She can't kill the already-dead. She can't murder memories. Suddenly, Francesco is safer from Eularia than he's ever been before in the last twenty years. A step backwards, until she's too far from Magnus for him to touch.
To be safe.
Away from her.
The house was quiet, save for the heartbeat in the room. Or was that her own heart beating frantically in her ears?
He'd fully controlled her. So persuasive was his voice, as it draped around her mind like a soft blanket... She'd liked it. And in the moment, she'd enjoyed the thrill of killing. Almost like it'd been foreplay, a game between the god and herself.
Perhaps it had been a game.
And the game wasn't over?
Her mind raced with the possibilities, as she refused to mete Magnus' gaze. He shouldn't love her. He should leave. Be safe. Spread his wings and get far away from her. She killed everything she ever loved.
She'd eventually kill him, too.
No, he doesn't pause to think about it. He's always loved her exactly the way she was; selfish delusions and all. He's come closer, thumb wiping away a lingering smear of blood. Eularia's numb, as she settled the heart on the indicated table.
And she inhaled sharply when he said he loved her.
You shouldn't. You should... you should take the girls and leave. It'd be... safer.He should leave her here, in this flat with her dead husband's heart.
She can't kill the already-dead. She can't murder memories. Suddenly, Francesco is safer from Eularia than he's ever been before in the last twenty years. A step backwards, until she's too far from Magnus for him to touch.
I'm... a dangerous person.He knew that. He'd helped her become what she was.
I'm... How do I know he's not in my head anymore? What if he's... what if...She couldn't finish the sentence. If she finished the sentence, Magnus might really go. She didn't want him to go; no, but she also did want him to go.
To be safe.
Away from her.
The house was quiet, save for the heartbeat in the room. Or was that her own heart beating frantically in her ears?
What if he's listening still?She couldn't know the extent of the Evanuris' power.
He'd fully controlled her. So persuasive was his voice, as it draped around her mind like a soft blanket... She'd liked it. And in the moment, she'd enjoyed the thrill of killing. Almost like it'd been foreplay, a game between the god and herself.
Perhaps it had been a game.
And the game wasn't over?
Her mind raced with the possibilities, as she refused to mete Magnus' gaze. He shouldn't love her. He should leave. Be safe. Spread his wings and get far away from her. She killed everything she ever loved.
She'd eventually kill him, too.
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