Deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of
The pure kind we all dream of
She watches Leliana’s realization with smug contempt. A grin slowly creeps along the edges of her lips, but it doesn’t brighten her face with joy. Malevolence courses through her veins, a sick sense of pride at having buried a dagger in the girl’s heart. This would have never been on her agenda before, but Carnage changed her. Somehow, he both opened Shiya’s eyes while simultaneously creating a monster. Each foolish attempt to love had been futile, and she was so desperate to have someone. That only one was Vulgaris, but now he reeks of another and Shiya cannot fathom it.
She cannot allow it.
For a fleeting moment, she considers her play of innocence, but the urge flickers and wanes with the breeze. Unable to tether the whirl of emotions, Shiya takes a more direct approach now. Her sharp stare glances briefly to the riverbed before slipping back to the face of her crumbling future with Vulgaris. ”It’s a public place,” she quips, her lip curling to expose an elongated fang in disgust. But that is not truly why she is here, and Leliana has already discerned that. The tension building between them is thick, impenetrable by even the sharpest of knives. Their hearts are desperately wrapped around the same man, and while Shiya had always been meek and the first to back down, she doesn’t this time.
Uninterested in bridging her knowledge of this girl’s name – because her scent is all she needs – she resumes with a hasty flick of her tail. ”He was never truly yours,” the frigidity of her voice is startling, even to herself, but she doesn’t melt while the anger still burns inside her, fueling her. ”He has always been mine; he has only ever wanted me.” Shiya’s body turns to face her now, her stare stabbing, hooded and cruel. ”Stop trying to be a damn whore,” her hiss is poisonous thick with an unspoken threat, ”because you can never be what he needs.” Another stab of the knife, another twist of the blade as she tries desperately to sever the love they’ve built for one another.
”Stay the fuck away from him,” she snaps, edging closer. Leliana’s breath fans across her face, warm, sweet. They are near enough that she could see all the similarities Shiya shares with Vulgaris, how perfect they would be together, nearly mirror image. ”You have a child with him, yes?” She peeks venomously toward Leliana’s abdomen, ”and a second on the way.” She is thinking aloud, weighing the prospect, considering how Vulgaris would bathe in her own blood if she did anything to his kin.
But she cares only for herself, and only for her family that she is attempting to forge with him.
”I would hate to see anything happen to them because the selfish idiocy of their mother.”
But we cannot escape the past,
so you and I will never last
so you and I will never last
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