Relapse

To say that she was exhausted jumping through hoops for him was to say the least. She had warned him that she wasn’t a dancing girl. Yet here she was, answering questions over and over- asked to repeat herself as if locked in an interrogation. But of course, that’s what this was. She watched him as his mind reeled. It seemed that he wasn’t even paying attention. Only picking out the details he wanted to hear, and it just added fuel to the fire that burned within. Though, one thing that did seem to catch his attention, was the reassurance that she hadn’t lied to him. It seemed he was finally venturing down a different line of thought, even if his unhinged desperation remained entirely visible to her.

He wanted to hear the promise come from her own lips. She had told him once before of the ceremony he had run away with- he had forced himself on her in doing so. But it didn’t make what happened any less true. “As your souls are bound, destinies align ... For the journey of life, paths intertwine. Never doubt, the moon will rise … the bond endures to the day of demise.” She recited the incantation from memory, but in common tongue. It was simple to recall, having witnessed the ceremony as it had been properly conducted on several occasions. Though the spell was just tradition. The sacrifice was what sealed the deal, pretty words or not. It’s how he had stolen her. Physical being notwithstanding. Her sapphire gaze remained hardened as he maintained his eye contact- staring back at him as the silence filled the den. “Until death’s sweet embrace do us part.” She answered him a little more forwardly. It was a passionate vow, backed by hate and resentment over any kind of affection… but it was still a vow.

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