Author: Seth
"If you keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, all you'll end up with is a bleeding heart full of steel."
It's an odd relationship they share. Neither of them actually actively seeks the other out; they just seem to be… drawn to each other, as if by some invisible gravitational field that grows stronger as each year passes.
"Stop it. Please, stop it. Stop pretending that your care!" Her arms are shuddering, barely holding the unfolded rinka to his bare neck.
She really didn't know what to call it. It wasn't love, at least not anymore. She didn't think could ever love him again after everything he'd done. It wasn't hate either; she'd harboured that particular emotion against him on plenty of other occasions and this was different. All it was, for lack of a better explanation, was an intense, unconscious need to be near him.
"Why don't you make me?" He continues to brush the cheek of her child, of their child, wearing an expression that is so loving and gentle that it makes her want to puke. A drop of blood lands on the baby's cheek. He's started leaning into the serrated edge of her pinwheel.
She… hate's the feeling, loathes it with a passion because it renders her powerless, unable to act even when he threatens that which is dearest to her.
"L-leave us alone. Please, just leave us alone." She pleads as her nerve gives and she collapses in a sobbing heap, the glittering staff falling harmlessly to the side.
Still she hopes that she might one day be free of this shackle around her life. He's by no means immortal, she knows this, and every time he leaves she prays it is for the last time. Even if he does continue to return, she's not immortal either, but she's not desperate enough to use that option just yet. Not while she still ahs a life to care for.
"I can't do that." He replies nonchalantly, lifting the small infant from the small crib, wiping the small speck of blood from the child's face. "How can I take are of my daughter if I'm not here?" The sociopath grins maliciously as he watches her expression crumple at the words 'my daughter'. He doesn't know how much longer he'll play this little game, but for the moment he's enjoying it far too much to let it go.
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