He had to still his heart with heavy breaths in order to carry the part he played. A murderer. A traitor. His throat with tight with his actions. The warm blood--Selene's warm blood--flowed over his hand. It was hot with accusation.
But her words might as well have killed him even though he was the one still breathing. Lothoro had to keep his lips pressed together for a moment to keep them from trembling. This woman...
Blood coated everything. His heart pounded faster in his chest as hers slowed down. To the shadows he only looked like a killer. A man doing his job--reserved, collected, cold. Nothing was further from the truth.
But he left the blade there, in the flesh, pressing down to keep the wound from healing until he heard nothing. It was only when the blade rattled against the floor that the shadows were satisfied.
Picking up her body, her limp arm fell down, the shadows watched as he placed it across her chest. They scattered into the nights so quickly that Selene's home seemed to be filled with sunlight.
But she could not stay here. A murdered mayor would draw too much human attention.
It was some time later that he set her limp body on an old leather settee in front of a lit fireplace. The apartment seemed distinctively his own yet without that feeling that he planned on staying very long.
Setting her down, he pushed tendrils of hair out of her face.
Biting into the rivers in his wrist, he watched the blood well up and then dripped a few drops onto Selene's pale wrist.
Lothoro wasn't much for praying, but he sure as hell invoked every deity on high for this one.
"Selene." He had no clue what he wanted to say next, what she could possibly want to hear from him now. "I never stopped loving you." He muttered as he lightly stroked her cheek. It did not really matter, did it? After all, with who he was now...
and what he did.
"come back. You are the last one of us left. Come back."
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Date: 2012-01-01 05:33 am (UTC)But her words might as well have killed him even though he was the one still breathing. Lothoro had to keep his lips pressed together for a moment to keep them from trembling. This woman...
Blood coated everything. His heart pounded faster in his chest as hers slowed down. To the shadows he only looked like a killer. A man doing his job--reserved, collected, cold. Nothing was further from the truth.
But he left the blade there, in the flesh, pressing down to keep the wound from healing until he heard nothing. It was only when the blade rattled against the floor that the shadows were satisfied.
Picking up her body, her limp arm fell down, the shadows watched as he placed it across her chest. They scattered into the nights so quickly that Selene's home seemed to be filled with sunlight.
But she could not stay here. A murdered mayor would draw too much human attention.
It was some time later that he set her limp body on an old leather settee in front of a lit fireplace. The apartment seemed distinctively his own yet without that feeling that he planned on staying very long.
Setting her down, he pushed tendrils of hair out of her face.
Biting into the rivers in his wrist, he watched the blood well up and then dripped a few drops onto Selene's pale wrist.
Lothoro wasn't much for praying, but he sure as hell invoked every deity on high for this one.
"Selene." He had no clue what he wanted to say next, what she could possibly want to hear from him now. "I never stopped loving you." He muttered as he lightly stroked her cheek. It did not really matter, did it? After all, with who he was now...
and what he did.
"come back. You are the last one of us left. Come back."