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Treacherous - March 29th
what the fuck is this monstrosity of a dinner
can we get any whiter
“I love you.”
A dying man’s confession of an admission.
The villain clenched their jaw.
“I’m aware.”
A broken laugh escaped the hero’s lips.
“What kind of answer is that?”
The villain pursed their lips.
“The one that keeps me alive.”
The hero reached for their hand. For some reason, the villain let them take it.
“You are alive. But are you living?”
The villain curled the ends of their fingers around the hero’s, just barely.
“I have everything I could possibly want—“
“Except me.”
It sat between them like a terrible truth, a dead body, a broken promise.
Don’t go falling in love with me, the hero had joked amidst battle, sarcasm and flirtations trading between them with their blows. The villain had scoffed.
Don’t overestimate yourself, hero.
They had both failed. They had wonderfully, horribly, failed.
The hero swallowed.
“Everything, except me.”
The villain’s eyes hardened.
“Would you like me to keep you, then? Lock you up in a pretty little cage, as an object of my affection. Is that what you want from me?”
“I would like for you stop pretending this is nothing—“
“Careful, hero. Falling for a monster like me? How masochistic.”
“Stop talking to me like you hate me.”
Unspoken, between them—
You don’t hate me, do you?
Something softened in the villains face.
“You are a weakness, and yet I cannot shake you.”
Tears welled unbidden in the hero’s eyes.
“Please.”
“Loving me will be your downfall,” the villain warned.
“Then down I shall go.”
The villain studied them for a moment, then dropped their hand.
“Down we shall go,” they murmured softly.
Down they went.