[ her hand shakes. she could do it. she could draw the blade across his neck and be rid of him in a rain of blood. her mouth already tastes like iron. what difference would it make?
she presses it deeper into his neck. red blooms against the knife, water tension suspending the blood on the blade.
but without him, she really would be alone. if he hadn't been at the harvest, what could anyone have done for her? even kaito could not calm her. he could barely calm himself. her expression contorts with the effort — not of restraint, but of trying to press it deeper into his neck.
he was stopping her. he had to be. he had to be. she had every reason to kill him. ] Bastard. [ her lips curl to bare blood-stained teeth. ] Murderer.
no subject
she presses it deeper into his neck. red blooms against the knife, water tension suspending the blood on the blade.
but without him, she really would be alone. if he hadn't been at the harvest, what could anyone have done for her? even kaito could not calm her. he could barely calm himself. her expression contorts with the effort — not of restraint, but of trying to press it deeper into his neck.
he was stopping her. he had to be. he had to be. she had every reason to kill him. ] Bastard. [ her lips curl to bare blood-stained teeth. ] Murderer.