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How could he look so much like him -the eyes, the smile- and yet not be him? So unconditionally wrong in essence, in his very being himself, that it was as if- as if it was never him in the first place. As if the man she’d known had never even existed.
And that was when it clicked. And she could only damn herself for not breaking away earlier.
A flicker of activity below her- and the hands circling his neck tightened as she felt him attempt to shift in her grip, and she ignored the light brush as he circled his hands around her wrists -yet for some reason, his grip was slack?- as she forced open her eyes and physically rammed his damn head back into the ground, the wafting clouds of dirt disturbed by the movement the only reason, the only reason she would accept, behind the sudden waver in her gaze. A brief shake, and she looked back once more at the man she had thought was her salvation; the man she thought would help give her all she ever wante- she blinked. His form, or what she could see of it, managed to shimmer somehow in front of her; and despite what she knew, despite what she had forced herself to accept before this; the shock of this glaring piece of evidence in front of her, proving beyond all sense and doubt that everything of the past six months had been a lie, and she had played along with it, causing the deaths of so many, saturated, as if in blood, her thoughts- and suddenly she could barely maintain her grip around his neck as all the bloody **** hit the fan- and she couldn’t think, couldn’t concentrate, sole emotion anger, at herself, and the hesitation- god damn it, she was going to hell anyway, why couldn’t her god damn grip stay taut-
“Haaaff”
The note vibrated under her thumbs, drawing her attention to his neck before she could stop it, and she felt her focus break.
That was all he needed.
That subtle twist of his lips, -small enough that she would have missed it, if the brief break of composure wasn’t so much of a contrast on the normally strictly regulated features- curled around the barely breathed words as he managed a breathy hiss.
“I’m starting to lose count of how many times we’ve done this. Although-”
She didn’t have time to think through his words before she gave a jolt at the light brush of fabric against her skin- when had he reached up?
“-of course, you wouldn’t remember.”
The icy fingertips had barely registered past the shock in her mind as they smoothed across her cheek before his form was twisting abruptly under her, legs drawing up and out as the tightening grip around his neck seemed to do nothing to say him, and she was shoved full force against the wall, air knocked out of her, and she could barely even breathe as she managed to vaguely focus her unbalanced vision on a flash of black as he drew closer- There was a chuckle at her empty gasp, but she ignored it fingers scrabbling lightly as she tried to gain her footing on the wall. Her fingers scraped empty air; and it was useless, she knew, but she couldn’t stop the strangled scream that hissed breathlessly through her lips upon impact, hating herself as the flares of pain sent wracks of tremors along her body, all her energy gone, as his wreathing form, no longer human- but then it never had been, had it?- disintegrated finally into a wreathing column. Her vision seemed to flash, obscuring the image, before it returned and she wished it hadn’t- and it was clawing its way towards her, the nauseating clunk as his body fell, useless, all, but drowned out in the roar, as it twisted towards her. She barely felt the touch of the smoke, before it hit her skin in a burning frenzy, swallowing up into her lungs, nerves, synapses, cerebral cortex, her core- until she was smothered.
“You will accept me, this time.”
-and he was there again, the eyes, the smile- and she fought against the whirl of her emotions that always resulted in the action, as she couldn’t let herself fall for this, this sick charade - again.
“Or start again.”
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This could be seen as a continuation.
Hint: ;355; ;D
How could he look so much like him -the eyes, the smile- and yet not be him? So unconditionally wrong in essence, in his very being himself, that it was as if- as if it was never him in the first place. As if the man she’d known had never even existed.
And that was when it clicked. And she could only damn herself for not breaking away earlier.
A flicker of activity below her- and the hands circling his neck tightened as she felt him attempt to shift in her grip, and she ignored the light brush as he circled his hands around her wrists -yet for some reason, his grip was slack?- as she forced open her eyes and physically rammed his damn head back into the ground, the wafting clouds of dirt disturbed by the movement the only reason, the only reason she would accept, behind the sudden waver in her gaze. A brief shake, and she looked back once more at the man she had thought was her salvation; the man she thought would help give her all she ever wante- she blinked. His form, or what she could see of it, managed to shimmer somehow in front of her; and despite what she knew, despite what she had forced herself to accept before this; the shock of this glaring piece of evidence in front of her, proving beyond all sense and doubt that everything of the past six months had been a lie, and she had played along with it, causing the deaths of so many, saturated, as if in blood, her thoughts- and suddenly she could barely maintain her grip around his neck as all the bloody **** hit the fan- and she couldn’t think, couldn’t concentrate, sole emotion anger, at herself, and the hesitation- god damn it, she was going to hell anyway, why couldn’t her god damn grip stay taut-
“Haaaff”
The note vibrated under her thumbs, drawing her attention to his neck before she could stop it, and she felt her focus break.
That was all he needed.
That subtle twist of his lips, -small enough that she would have missed it, if the brief break of composure wasn’t so much of a contrast on the normally strictly regulated features- curled around the barely breathed words as he managed a breathy hiss.
“I’m starting to lose count of how many times we’ve done this. Although-”
She didn’t have time to think through his words before she gave a jolt at the light brush of fabric against her skin- when had he reached up?
“-of course, you wouldn’t remember.”
The icy fingertips had barely registered past the shock in her mind as they smoothed across her cheek before his form was twisting abruptly under her, legs drawing up and out as the tightening grip around his neck seemed to do nothing to say him, and she was shoved full force against the wall, air knocked out of her, and she could barely even breathe as she managed to vaguely focus her unbalanced vision on a flash of black as he drew closer- There was a chuckle at her empty gasp, but she ignored it fingers scrabbling lightly as she tried to gain her footing on the wall. Her fingers scraped empty air; and it was useless, she knew, but she couldn’t stop the strangled scream that hissed breathlessly through her lips upon impact, hating herself as the flares of pain sent wracks of tremors along her body, all her energy gone, as his wreathing form, no longer human- but then it never had been, had it?- disintegrated finally into a wreathing column. Her vision seemed to flash, obscuring the image, before it returned and she wished it hadn’t- and it was clawing its way towards her, the nauseating clunk as his body fell, useless, all, but drowned out in the roar, as it twisted towards her. She barely felt the touch of the smoke, before it hit her skin in a burning frenzy, swallowing up into her lungs, nerves, synapses, cerebral cortex, her core- until she was smothered.
“You will accept me, this time.”
-and he was there again, the eyes, the smile- and she fought against the whirl of her emotions that always resulted in the action, as she couldn’t let herself fall for this, this sick charade - again.
“Or start again.”
---------
This could be seen as a continuation.
Hint: ;355; ;D