10-25-2018, 12:06 AM
Vulgaris
It’s do or die and he’s never felt more awful. He watches her dissect his words and analyze them until they begin to make sense to her. His lips draw closed over his teeth when her wings turn to copper to defend herself from him. Did she really believe he could ever harm her? When his eyes look at her throat, all he can see is the place he kissed a thousand times before he drifted off to sleep. The blood in her veins does nothing for the hunger always lurking in his bones. No, her life is to be guarded at all costs – even if it means tying himself to the chair in the house he’s set fire to.
She speaks his name so casually and explains that she was needed. It twists the knife in his heart and he wants to claw his own spine out to make it all stop. He memorizes the curve of her cheek and the way her lips move when they speak his name and then he looks away. Vulgaris trains his sage-colored serpent eyes on something miles ahead of here and lifts his head so she’s barely in his peripheral. Pull the fucking trigger, he thinks.
“Good. Then you can go with your head held high,” he spits, and his words are sharp enough that they cut him apart on their way out. She has to go before his sister finds her and their children. If she hates him enough then she’ll never dream of coming back here. All his fault, all his fault.
“Go build your perfect life with him in Nerine so Shiya won’t hunt you.”
He realizes the words are a mistake even as they’re rolling off his tongue but his body doesn’t obey. Vulgaris grits his teeth and bites down on his tongue until he tastes blood. His vile mouth can’t give away anything else if it doesn’t work.
“Take Adna and get the hell out.”
She’ll claw her way into his secrets and drag them out into the sunlight if she doesn’t think he actually wants her to go. He prays his voice doesn’t crack and that he can summon enough strength to keep her safe. (And maybe she would be happier there. Maybe her smile wouldn’t be so exhausted if she left.) But it’s too much, too much. He turns and begins to walk away before he begs her not to leave him. Leliana is his sun but he has resigned himself to an eternal winter without her if it means he can’t break her heart.
She speaks his name so casually and explains that she was needed. It twists the knife in his heart and he wants to claw his own spine out to make it all stop. He memorizes the curve of her cheek and the way her lips move when they speak his name and then he looks away. Vulgaris trains his sage-colored serpent eyes on something miles ahead of here and lifts his head so she’s barely in his peripheral. Pull the fucking trigger, he thinks.
“Good. Then you can go with your head held high,” he spits, and his words are sharp enough that they cut him apart on their way out. She has to go before his sister finds her and their children. If she hates him enough then she’ll never dream of coming back here. All his fault, all his fault.
“Go build your perfect life with him in Nerine so Shiya won’t hunt you.”
He realizes the words are a mistake even as they’re rolling off his tongue but his body doesn’t obey. Vulgaris grits his teeth and bites down on his tongue until he tastes blood. His vile mouth can’t give away anything else if it doesn’t work.
“Take Adna and get the hell out.”
She’ll claw her way into his secrets and drag them out into the sunlight if she doesn’t think he actually wants her to go. He prays his voice doesn’t crack and that he can summon enough strength to keep her safe. (And maybe she would be happier there. Maybe her smile wouldn’t be so exhausted if she left.) But it’s too much, too much. He turns and begins to walk away before he begs her not to leave him. Leliana is his sun but he has resigned himself to an eternal winter without her if it means he can’t break her heart.
" ancient language, speak through fingers. the awful edges where you end and i begin. "