"Because if I do not. None of us will ever rest when our final repose catches up to us." Lothoro looked pointedly at her as if to try to make her understand. "Matayas' destiny began when he died not when he lived. But he is...not the man that served your mother. He is not a man at'all. But a demon. Of the highest rung. And it is with each of our deaths that he orchestras that he wins a new solider in the battle against heaven. Against humanity. I cannot allow...I will not allow that to pass. I failed him in life." He added tightly. "I will not fail him in death."
They were so still. Both at the ready. But Lothoro was watching the shadows as they milled about. Shadows that belonged to his employer, perhaps? Perhaps. Shadows that could inform on his progress?
But how to fool them, he wondered? Without either of them dying. Of course, he couldn't half wonder to think that this was somehow Matayas' doing. But would someone like Matayas be stupid enough to think that he would kill Selene?
Regardless, he lunged at her. No weapon. The feel of her skin jolted him. It had been so long that he had touched her. Sometimes you did not need a weapon to kill someone. Even though he twisted her arm uncomfortably around she that she twirled around so that her back was insufferably pressed against him, the pad of his thumb still brushed softly over her wrist as he held it.
With her ear so close he could whisper, "do you see them?" He had no idea if she could...or if they were really there.
Before she could reply, he shoved her forward, making ready for her attack.
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Date: 2011-11-04 10:22 pm (UTC)They were so still. Both at the ready. But Lothoro was watching the shadows as they milled about. Shadows that belonged to his employer, perhaps? Perhaps. Shadows that could inform on his progress?
But how to fool them, he wondered? Without either of them dying. Of course, he couldn't half wonder to think that this was somehow Matayas' doing. But would someone like Matayas be stupid enough to think that he would kill Selene?
Regardless, he lunged at her. No weapon. The feel of her skin jolted him. It had been so long that he had touched her. Sometimes you did not need a weapon to kill someone. Even though he twisted her arm uncomfortably around she that she twirled around so that her back was insufferably pressed against him, the pad of his thumb still brushed softly over her wrist as he held it.
With her ear so close he could whisper, "do you see them?" He had no idea if she could...or if they were really there.
Before she could reply, he shoved her forward, making ready for her attack.