(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

That shrill, whining cry of neediness fills her voice as she fumbles with the
words. She practically grovels in trying to prove herself to me. "I would place
myself in a thousand dangers, embrace eternity for you, my Love! I am not
afraid! Listen to me -- I will accompany you, though the Planes themselves
should bar -"
"...though the Planes themselves should bar the way...."
I felt myself shattering, her relief and satisfaction, and his satisfaction at her
words, KNOWING she would say them, always KNOWING, as if he were
anticipating the moves of a child playing on a chessboard.
Her admission of love is like the slamming of a portcullis across my heart.
Trapped. She is mine, but I must be certain, so I drive the nail home, dangle
the bait a little more.
"The way is dangerous. You will have to be strong... far stronger than you
are now." Oh, yes. By the look in her eyes she'd claw at it like a starving cat.
Swimming through my mind, relief, the wave of relief. The tide pulls back,
the tears grow warm and sweet. The end of longing, yet LONGING for him
more at his words. No, no... my hands yearn to touch him again, I chew my
lips to keep myself from pressing them to his flesh. No, I must not be too
needy, I must not frighten him off...
Her bony fingers clutch at her skirts, her lips writhe at the effort to not kiss
me then. Good girl, restrain yourself. Heel.
All I need to be is strong, and his path shall be as one with mine! My
thoughts are like fires... for I can be strong, stronger than he knows, and at
his side I would know no fear, I would DIE for him...!
"I can be strong, my Love. I will -"
Her words slid off of him like water. The serpent in her breast, the one that
was piercing her heart with its poison had been replaced by this serpent in
the flesh. She saw nothing of this, and his next words were planned,
carefully, so carefully...
I tried to tear my hand away from the sensory stone, to rip my hair from its
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