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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 13, 2009 22:37:08 GMT -5
He nodded once. His face kept especially hard as he attempted to reign in the fear... fear that he might fail. The pain was in her face, he could see her struggling to keep control. His voice cracked. "I love you."
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Post by Jules on Mar 13, 2009 23:21:19 GMT -5
She stroked his cheek, unwilling to tear herself away but knowing she had to. "I love you too." Which was what finally allowed her to turn and walk away, then run. The thought of allowing Vilmos to regain control anywhere near Armand sickened her to the core. She ran until she couldn't breath for the pain inside her head.
Finally, finally she let go. It was almost a relief to let Vilmos take over again and have the pain go away. She could slip into her memories of days spent in the forest and at the beach and lazy mornings in bed and not-so-lazy nights. That way she did not have to focus on the sensation of her own hands tearing into something, or the corresponding yowl of agony from some other mouth. Vilmos would kill, but he would be more careful not to be caught, of this she was sure, he was terrified to go back to the Rissa.
Eventually, he would even tire of killing, since doing it directly wasn't his favorite thing, but making others lose control of themselves. But for now Zizzy would hide in her memories, because she couldn't bear the feeling of murder.
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