His eyes looked at from hooded lids and slightly parted lips that curled into a smile. "How do you know that you truly care to?" After all, she hadn't the faintest idea of who he had become, what he done or undone. Her memory of him was of a man...once. Her memory was of a knight. Someone who still believed in honor and hiding in the shadows from a mortal world that had since felt his fangs and then his cold hands. After all, why create more monsters?
"How do you know that you are not yourself speaking to a shade of someone you once knew?"
Within his throat a deep resonating sound of though echoed throughout.
We. We. Was that a path that he wanted to travel again? To work with her this time. But it did have a certain appeal. After all, was it mere coincidence that he was sent to kill her or did his employer craft this meeting with some intention he was not aware of?
Brow raised he looked over her, seriously considering what he would tell her. To lie seemed a better option. Instead a toothy grin brought out a spark in his eye. "To finally close the doors to the Underworld. Be be rid of that vagrants voice once and for all." He said, his words slightly twisted in his mouth like rusted metal left in a fire to burn. Whether she would believe him or think him lying was another matter. And, he decided, he doubted she would realize what that meant.
It might, he rationalized, put them on opposite sides of the fight. Which, he thought, might actually work considering what he had to do.
"Remedy? Remedy." He said darkly, fingers clasped within hers tightly almost in a battle of wills. In his eyes shone an old emotion as he tried to convey a message. Shadows lurked everywhere. In his eyes was the look of a man who had once playfully sparred with her in the woods a very long time ago. That look was disguised with a hard veneer of duty. Not to the coven. To his contract.
He pushed her back, a threat of a fight to come.
Remedy. There was only one way to fool shadows. Give them what they want...or make them think they were getting what they wanted. His heart thumped faster in his chest.
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"How do you know that you are not yourself speaking to a shade of someone you once knew?"
Within his throat a deep resonating sound of though echoed throughout.
We. We. Was that a path that he wanted to travel again? To work with her this time. But it did have a certain appeal. After all, was it mere coincidence that he was sent to kill her or did his employer craft this meeting with some intention he was not aware of?
Brow raised he looked over her, seriously considering what he would tell her. To lie seemed a better option. Instead a toothy grin brought out a spark in his eye. "To finally close the doors to the Underworld. Be be rid of that vagrants voice once and for all." He said, his words slightly twisted in his mouth like rusted metal left in a fire to burn. Whether she would believe him or think him lying was another matter. And, he decided, he doubted she would realize what that meant.
It might, he rationalized, put them on opposite sides of the fight. Which, he thought, might actually work considering what he had to do.
"Remedy? Remedy." He said darkly, fingers clasped within hers tightly almost in a battle of wills. In his eyes shone an old emotion as he tried to convey a message. Shadows lurked everywhere. In his eyes was the look of a man who had once playfully sparred with her in the woods a very long time ago. That look was disguised with a hard veneer of duty. Not to the coven. To his contract.
He pushed her back, a threat of a fight to come.
Remedy. There was only one way to fool shadows. Give them what they want...or make them think they were getting what they wanted. His heart thumped faster in his chest.