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Post by A z z y on Jan 16, 2024 0:23:14 GMT -7
How long had it been since that fateful day? A year? Maybe more? Time seemed to drip like pus from a sore that would not heal, a continuous expulsion of infection that nothing could stop. The war marched on, a slowly evolving descent into chaos, a volcano ready to erupt and yet despite time and the larger, stronger forces at play, it felt hollow. She had already lost so much, and with the distance now placed between them, she felt she was set to lose Selven as well. Fury had displaced mourning, wrath had taken over loss. She certainly still held those emotions for the loss of Cersei and Jaime, she thought of little else when left to her thoughts if truth be told. Those thoughts however often shifted to darker, more macabre thoughts. Thoughts of what she would do to the cretins who stole her children, who raped Gothika. The children would come back, they had to. Gothika would heal, she was the daughter of Selven and her lust for revenge would burn brighter than many. But the void that had formed between Selven and the witch queen? Was it salvageable? Was it worth salvaging?
Thomasin had thrown herself into her duties, as well as regular scouring of the freelands for her babes. She had given her soul to the Underworld, she had laid with a demon to further her cause for their protection, for the Kingdom's protection. She had met every intruder first, every hoof that dared cross her borders had been intercepted by her initially and followed by a solemn Selven. His presence annoyed her. Where she once would have melted into him, she found herself now repulsed. His action, his inaction… he had promised her savagery, he had promised her the blood of her enemies and instead he wallowed like a pig in shit. Her guards had told her that he merely paced the location where the onslaught had taken place. He walked too and fro and when the day was done, he and Shenzi slept in the chambers that once housed Jaime and Cersei. He did not seek her for comfort, he did not seek her to understand. He did not rule, he did not hunt. He did nothing. And it was in him doing nothing, that Thomasin found herself more enraged than before. How many more would she allow to promise her the world and deliver her nothing? Enough was enough, if he could not be the King she needed, that the kingdom needed, then she'd be better suited to rule alone.
Standing in the grand hall, her golden orbs peered up at the large stain glass window that forced dappled colours through the murk. Where shadows lingered in the hall, shimmering hues of red and yellow danced. Dull embers flickered in the hearth, some warmth coming from the gaping jowls of the fireplace as she stood beside it. Marduk was perched upon the mantlepiece, a dirty gold cup beside him and the preserved head of a large stag was suspended above them. Thomasin kept her scrutiny upon the embers, mulling over her course of action, wondering what the kingdom would think of her for ousting such a useless King in such a way at such a time. There was only so much of a feigned unified front one could continue on with, only so much of a front one could continue with before it all became too much. Thomasin set her teeth upon one another, her lobes sinking against her poll as a low rumble vibrated from within her. Enough was enough. With a deafening, thunderous roar, the hag queen released a call for her King. No longer would she sit idly by and allow empty promises to rule beside her.
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Post by Fallen on Jan 16, 2024 1:30:55 GMT -7
"Speech." Another day, and another night still with no sign of his children as he stalked the depth of The Keep quietly. Shenzi close at his heels. The monochrome beast let his heavy crown hang with neutrality, his harks flicking to the side lightly as he rounded a corner his path set to gaze upon the new twins Thomasin had birthed. There was a biting chill in the air as he peered at the slumbering babes now from the shadows. He had on many occasions watched Cersei and Jaime the same way. There was no jealousy in his gullet as he watched the two now however, there was only guilt. Guilt in his lack of action, lack of results. Annoyance in the fact that the two bastards that defiled his beautiful Gothika and stole his babies were still wandering free. He could not fathom that no one had seen them or the twins. That no one had even peeped the stench of their being. It was as if they had merely disappeared from the face of the fucking earth... and for once in the life of the bone collector he was completely and utterly lost on what to do. Selven let out a low grumble of a sound, commanding Shenzi to patrol the halls nearest the demon babes. He had let children of his beloved slip away once already, he would not make the same mistake twice. Thick inky thorns slipped into his heavy mass of locks then, before he turned away from the demon spawn to venture out into the darkness of the halls.
The bastard king exhaled deeply as he came to rest at the opening of Cersei and Jaime's old room. His ice cold eyes looking at the emptiness with an unreadable expression. Thomasin had not been in this room for quite a time, the lack of her strong scent made that all to obvious. He had not reached out to her in some time either though... the drift between them disgustingly wide. He didn't know how to approach her. How to call out to her. He had promised to be her rock, yet here he stood as strong as a pile of wet sand. Selven rolled his eyes hard at the thought. He was becoming sick of his own wallowing. He had nearly driven himself mad pacing the borders of the land, hoping by some dumb fuck luck of the gods that one of the culprits would be bold enough to come back to the scene of the crime. But alas, he was blessed with no such thing. A heavy, annoyed sigh left his lips then, and as he stood in the bleakness, the familiar sound of graceful footfalls echoed through the halls. The kings inky thorns perked atop his skull as his eyes and head followed the fading sound. Selven instinctively moved to follow it. He knew the sound of his beloved hoof falls like the sound of his own heart.
Selven's large daggers were eerily quiet on the stonework for as large as he was. He had taken to stalking the halls as much as he had paced the land. His being as close to ghost like as a mortal could be in this fucking land. The painted hellion could hear the faint flutter of wings and the click of polished hooves ease to a halt and Selven merely pressed forward. Following the scent of his beloved and now the absent of the sound of her steps. Tattered tapestries, banners and furs hung along the walls. Sketching's of two-legged predators long past also lain about, indicating his closeness to the Grand Hall. A massive space where he had only assumed the bipedal predators had once congregated. The warmth from the fire inside said room had slowly trickled into the hall, but not enough to warm his bones. Selven eased his movement then as he stood away from the opening of the Hall. His bodice concealed by the shadows the warmth of the hearth could not penetrate. He quietly watched his beloved as she stood there, the rage that boiled beneath her skin palpable even from the distance he stood. He admired the way the hot light illuminated her body, watched as she was bathed in the warmth of the flames. Marking her in a striking outline as she stood before the giant stained glass window, a perfect imagine of gothic romance.
Selven's thoughts were torn from his mind as his beloved let forth a wretched call then. Had he not known such a sound could exit his Thomasin, he would of thought it to hail from a fury of hell itself. Selven inhaled deeply as he stepped forward from the depth of the shadows, his piercing gaze lacking the intensity they once did. "My Queen, you needn't yell.. I am here." His thick vocals were soft, easy to swallow. He knew he was walking into the lions den as the warmed air licked at his chest and maw. The fiery gold and reds dancing across the visage of his queen as if an omen warning of the hell he was getting ready to face. The bastard king came to an easy halt then, a respectful (and safe) distance away from Thomasin. Though he would not dare encroach on her now, he wished for nothing more than to embrace her. He wished to rewind everything, and start anew. But that was wishful, wasteful thinking. Here he stood, his tall stout frame square and solid. His once boisterous and silver lined tongue shriveled and silent. He truly did not know how to approach this with his beloved... She held his heart in her jaws, his manhood beneath her hooves. Never has such a being held him so strongly and with just a gaze. He was utterly pathetic at this point, utterly and truly at her whim and there was no telling how that would or would not end this night time encounter between the bastard king and his witch queen.
WORDS 1000 TAGGED A z z y MUSE moderateNOTES well.. I am curious to see how this goes. TIMELINE year after the abduction of the twins. After the light kingdom stunt. Before Gavin.
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Post by A z z y on Feb 2, 2024 6:43:37 GMT -7
Ire rolled through the dark regent like an impending maelstrom, it rumbled and hummed through her lobes, each thudding shiver of her heart was a cry for war. A call to arms, a need to exact her retribution upon the one she had chosen, rightly or wrongly, as her King. The tips of her inky towers twisted backwards as they slowly lay upon the silken bed of her poll, ensnaring her pins in a web of abyssal tendrils. The velvet veneer of her mug was pulled taught across her incisors, wrinkling at the crease of her jowls in a silent but feral snarl. She would have his head. As her war cry was released, she expected silence. And for a brief moment was graced with such until his wretched cologne filled her nasal passages suddenly. My queen, you needn't yell… I am here. As his voice filtered into the hall, his sudden emergence was enough to make the hag jump, her mass shying violently away from the direction he appeared. An indignant, irritated snort was shoved through her nasal passages as her gilded optics narrowed upon him. Well, isn't that a development… she bit out, her words curt, dripping with a venomous sarcasm. The weight of her scrutiny did not leave the two toned monarch before her as she addressed him once more. Tell me, King Selven, have you found our children in these shadowed halls?
The silence that followed was deafening, the accusatory tone in her words would not have gone unnoticed. She knew he had not left the confines of The Keep, let alone the Kingdom. She knew he had done little else but wallow. Her lips twitched, pursed together in a bid to contain the fury that bubbled inside her. It was acidic, hot, it rose up her gullet like bile. It sat at the back of her molars, fighting and battling to be released - a battle Thomasin feared she would lose. The lengths of her swarthy cords struck violently against her fetlocks, her mass shifting slightly as she moved to stand at the helm of the hall, a slightly raised platform upon which two rotten thrones remained from eras long passed by. Unfurling her embodiment behind her like a serpent, the night hag looked down upon her King, her very aura spitting fire as she held him in her scrutiny once more. There was a hurt within those golden eyes, a hurt that had morphed into something far more sinister, far more consuming. He had not made an effort to comfort her - he had not tried to heal those wounds but instead had moped. He had wallowed in his sorrow like a pig in shit whilst she had done her best to seek out her children, to enlist the Underworld in the search for Cersei and Jaime. And whilst her efforts had so far proven hollow, at least she had tried.
You promised me the world, Selven. You promised me the heads of my enemies and now the only head I seek to remove from a neck is yours, those regal tones left her lips and her heart broke. It ached for a love she thought she had held, it sent shockwaves through her embodiment as she did her best to conceal the hurt that brewed within her. Give me one good reason, she barked, her tones demanding, her aura reminiscent of a viper as she stood above him, the hues of claret and gold dousing her in a demonic glow. The fires of Hell seeming to shiver over her and through her. Why I shouldn't remove you from the throne? Why shouldn't I seek someone who will do their job and do it well? Our children abducted, your daughter raped… and what have you done about it… it was a rhetorical question, perhaps one that didn't need a follow up answer. If there was anything the witch queen was good at, it was thrusting the knife deep and then salting the wound. You have done nothing.
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Post by Fallen on Feb 2, 2024 17:44:10 GMT -7
"Speech." The bastard king couldn't hide the quirk of his brow at the sudden leap away that his beloved had done in response to his appearance. Her golden eyes scrunched and a harsh, breath leaving her nares before she spoke; her words nothing short of scathing. Well, isn't that a development… Tell me, King Selven, have you found our children in these shadowed halls? Biting. Vicious. Her once loving voice was nothing but a cover of raging fire and ire now. Selven kept his stance, no matter how hard it was to do so. He watched as Thomasin turned her back to him, her lengthy threads slashing at her fetlocks and hips like biting serpents before she rose to the rotten thrones and turned her fire filled gaze back upon him. The bastard king could not deny that her tones caused a twitch of his jaw, the subtle movement working to bite back the scowl that wished to touch his lips.
Selven's icy orbs looked up at her as he took his steps forward. He had never once allowed someone, let alone a mare to look down upon him. Yet here he stood, as if he was no more than a peasant about to plead for his life before a blasphemous queen.
You promised me the world, Selven. You promised me the heads of my enemies and now the only head I seek to remove from a neck is yours. Give me one good reason, Why I shouldn't remove you from the throne? Why shouldn't I seek someone who will do their job and do it well? Our children abducted, your daughter raped… and what have you done about it… You have done nothing.
Selven's crown did not lower, it did not sink to the cold stone ground, however, as he looked into the eyes of his beloved he could see so clearly the hurt that did not touch her voice and a rage that boiled in her throat and soaked her words as they stabbed at his own heart. A hurt that made his stomach drop harder than it ever had. For once in the lives of the monochrome beast, he had left a promise unfulfilled. A promise broken... Ink and ivory kissers clamped tight as he sucked in a harsh breath, his normally boastful and quick words painfully silent as he could give no verbal answer. He dared not. All the bastard king could wish for now was to comfort her. Something he should of done so long ago had he not been brewing in his own uselessness. Where had his fire gone? His strikingness? His boldness? He was no better than the young fools that sat upon other thrones, that teetered about in the lands beneath them. He felt held by the confines of the politics of this land. Chained down by the law these fuckers had so willingly abided by with gods and mortals and court.
Selven's normally blazing ice cold eyes were softer now as he looked between his beloveds raging orbs as she stood drowned in the color of hellfire. Still no words left his gullet. If there was anything he knew about his queen is that had she truly not cared for him... truly wished to remove him from her side, he would not be standing here. She would not of summoned him with the fire that she did, nor would she be speaking to him and allowing him the space to dig himself a grave. Love was a stupid, fickle thing, but in those golden eyes there was still something there. Stupidly, Selven stepped forward now. Closing the distance between he and his beloved. All the words he wished to say were choked down and buried in his throat. For there was truly nothing he could say, nothing he could give her that would not anger and hurt her further.
The ink and ivory bastard stopped below her now, his heavy crown and thick nape looking straight up at her. Selven was in dangerous position. If Thomasin so wished, she could strike him to his knees with one fell swoop of her obsidian dagger. She could lunge down upon him and have her beautiful teeth at his bared throat in a second, with his blood willingly down her velvet maw. The painted bastard let his lips part now to speak, a subtle wave of uncertainty prickling at his bones.
"My Thomasin..." He began, his lyrics that were once so full of lust and brazenness now an accented symphony of calm assuredness. "I will tell you not what to believe, but if I know you at all... I am still here because you wish me to be." Selven's words were soft but they were not weak. His gaze shifted from one gilded pool to the other, his frame shifting only inches closer. "There is a faith somewhere that you still have... that you know my words before are true despite this lack of progress. I bared my soul once, and I shall do it again.. and again.. however much I must so that you know, me. There is little I can do, my Thomasin. So very little." Selven's words came in a hiss then, his heavy brows furrowed and his jaw twitching. " The laws of this blasted land chains me and my ways to the earth. What witchcraft those men have on their side is unknown to me." Selven paused now, as he mulled over his rampant thoughts. He knew his beloved would throw more daggers at him, may strike him, beat him, do whatever she needed to, in order to curve her loathing. He would do nothing to stop it, he would endure her rage, her hurt, he would hold it all if it only meant touching her again.
"My beloved... My Queen... My Thomasin... My everything..." Selven said his heavy tones slipping along her callings like french silks caressing flawless skin, "This failure is mine, and mine alone. Hear not just my words now, but look into my eyes and see. See me. Give only a sliver of the trust you gave me before." He inhaled heavily, his heavy mass of coils and locks falling at his hocks with a gentle swish. "This.. This is all I ask." Selven said with a weighty and baited breath. Prepared for whatever hell and fury the queen would throw at him.
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Post by A z z y on Mar 27, 2024 7:04:49 GMT -7
His silence enraged her. His lack of action, his lack of purpose. What were their children to him if not important enough to do something, anything? Her enamels ground down upon one another, pain radiating through her gums as she forced an invisible, wire muzzle to bind her maw shut. Not out of fear that she may harm him with her words, but that she may indeed rip his windpipe from his gullet and watch him bleed out, watch him gasp and struggle like a fish from water. Thomasin kept her scrutiny bored into him, a vice like grip upon the crowned bastard, her cords flicking against the curve of her fetlocks like a pendulum. Tick tock, tick tock, his time was running out. With every soundless moment that dragged painfully by, her resolve grew weaker. That wire muzzle rusted and frayed until she could take it no more - her lobes sank against her poll, submerged into an ocean of inky tresses as her mug pulled taught across bare enamels that swung viciously in his direction. There was an audible crack as her incisors bit together only inches above his towers - it was not a miss, but a warning. Speak, whilst he had the ability to. The sound of her fangs crashing together echoed about the hall, Marduk jumped slightly upon his perch and ruffled his feathers in disdain, yet still he looked down upon them.
Selven moved closer to her, a move that only made her recoil, her nape tightening and coiled backwards, a cobra prepared to strike the rat. My Thomasin… he began. Once this would have been enough to have her wrapped around him, to have her on her knees before him. Yet now, she did not move, her lips clasped tightly into a venomous sneer, her golden eyes ablaze upon him. I will tell you not what to believe, but if I know you at all... I am still here because you wish me to be. A belch of laughter escaped her, cold and bitter, her entire embodiment dripping with disdain and disbelief. He slithered closer still, yet she did not move, let him travel further into the snake pit. There is a faith somewhere that you still have... that you know my words before are true despite this lack of progress. I bared my soul once, and I shall do it again.. and again.. however much I must so that you know, me. There is little I can do, my Thomasin. So very little. The laws of this blasted land chains me and my ways to the earth. What witchcraft those men have on their side is unknown to me. Thomasin could feel her ire rising, she could feel it like hot vomit, burning her chest, seering her lungs. Every word he uttered was poison to her.
My beloved... My Queen... My Thomasin...My everything. This failure is mine, and mine alone. Hear not just my words now, but look into my eyes and see. See me. Give only a sliver of the trust you gave me before. This.. This is all I ask. And then silence, deep and all consuming. A muscle in her jaw jumped, despite the force of which her incisors were clamped together. In a flash of rage, she lunged forward, her chest colliding with his with enough force that Selven shifted backwards and her own bosom ached from the intensity. Do not mistake the safety in your position as a symptom of my good nature, Selven. You are here because I am bound to keep you so, lest you mysteriously disappear into oblivion… was it a threat? Absolutely. You speak as if being King has prevented you from leaving The Keep, as if it has prevented you from doing the bare minimum in seeking our children - she spat upon the ground at his feet, her saline filled optics rising to meet his beneath the veil of her swarthy locks. Our children who are probably rotting in the cold earth as you stand before me now… she snarled the words, her heart breaking again within her chest. Yet still, she hunted him, her mass lunging forwards to slam into him again, sending him back once more.
I see you, Selven, and I am disgusted. Disgusted that I allowed you in, disgusted that I gave myself to you, disgusted that your seed that rooted itself between us is now void - the words were dangerous, scathing. You are King. You could rally your kingdom, you could beseech the help of the Underworld. Fuck, you have more free will to exert power than any in these lands and yet you cower from it? Thomasin circled him slowly, her steps predatory, deliberately slow as she moved around him to stand at his head once more. If he had encountered a lion or a wolf in his travels, what he saw now before him would be reminiscent of such. Cower now, she hissed, her lobes taught across her crown, her fangs bared as she lunged at the one she simultaneously loved and hated all at the same time. Time seemed to slow down, as the witch queen aimed to savagely maim her beloved, the one who held her heart, Marduk swooped down from his perch. His squawks echoed about the hall as his talons scraped and tore at her beautiful face. He did not wish to harm her, but killing the king would potentially be the beginning of her end. Thomasin roared, a noise similar to that of a banshee as she staggered backwards, shaking her crown until the corvid released her.
The regent stood now with her back to him, her features sliced superficially with lines of sanguine. She would heal, but it would be a permanent reminder of this moment. Marduk remained out of harms way, his attention fully on Selven now, knowing the night hag's guard was down. Should the King return the favour, Marduk would take his eyes. Peering at the floor, as rubies dropped to her feet, a shivering sob rolled through Thomasin. Like an ocean tempest, after one wave, the rest followed. Broken, she allowed her sorrow to consume her entirely, the levy finally broken.
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Post by Fallen on Apr 7, 2024 22:19:58 GMT -7
"Speech."
The silence was deafening from his Thomasin. The disgust, the hate, the vile fire that burned in her eyes as she looked upon him burned... it hurt. The way her body receded in itself as she slipped closer, the way her beautifully flawless facade broke in a cruel and loathsome snarl as he reached for her, it stabbed him deeply as if a knife was plunged in his throat and reached for his heart.
However, the physical pain he felt inside was nothing compared to the onslaught he was bout to face. The ink and ivory colored beast was taken aback by the sheer force in which his beloved's body collided with his own. The surprise of the lunge made him reel backwards, his heavy daggers sliding upon the stone as his forehand lifted enough just to brace himself as his thorns pinned against his skull briefly. The smell of her breath was soft, the warmth of it burning against his flesh as she spat at him now, her fangs bared as venomous words were launched at him. Do not mistake the safety in your position as a symptom of my good nature, Selven. You are here because I am bound to keep you so, lest you mysteriously disappear into oblivion… Selven's soft gaze hardened, his inky thorns flashing back and forth as she took another step back, his form chased by Thomasin's rage. You speak as if being King has prevented you from leaving The Keep, as if it has prevented you from doing the bare minimum in seeking our children - Our children who are probably rotting in the cold earth as you stand before me now… The bastard king dared not show his back, but again Thomasin slammed into him. Selven braced. His stance widening as she rocked him, his crown rising above her as her teeth gnashed at him. His nostrils were flared as his cold eyes found hers, her vicious words coming once again. The rage, the pain, and the disappointment coating each and every syllable. I see you, Selven, and I am disgusted. Disgusted that I allowed you in, disgusted that I gave myself to you, disgusted that your seed that rooted itself between us is now void - Another flash of teeth, a pinch of fire at the side of his throat. You are King. You could rally your kingdom, you could beseech the help of the Underworld. Fuck, you have more free will to exert power than any in these lands and yet you cower from it? her words burned every fiber of his mind, his harks pinned tightly against his crown as she circled him now. He wished to speak again, to lash out at her himself. Never had he allowed one, let alone a woman, to cause such an onslaught to him. But his words were naught. The silver tongue of his was melted by the fire that was Thomasin. His icy voids watched her as she stalked him, his frame ready to move from her fangs should she lung at his back. He held himself at this point, for he knew if he lunged back this cold, firelit hall would be bathed in gore, they would surely kill each other.
Cower now,
Her voice, her lovely beautiful voice may as well been cold steel pressed against the back of his throat. She lunged at him then, her movements quick and deadly. Her fangs were bared once more, they snapped and grabbed at him with a viciousness he himself possessed when he was young and full of vinegar. Her violence shifted him back once more, his daggers failing to dig into the stone but the screech of them scraping along the ground echoed in the hall. Selven snarled back as her teeth found purchase across his face, his crown rising as his chin tucked protecting his throat. Thomasin was ruthless, and Selven could only take it.
It seemed as if the onslaught would never end, their once beautiful dance filled with nothing but sadness and violence.
It wasn't until he heard that familiar squawk of Marduk that Selven let his eyes snap away from Thomasin. It was a devilish and frightening sight. It was truly beautiful. The glow of the fire setting a hellish glow about his beloved's face, her fangs bared, the rage in her molten gold eyes and her corvid swopping from above. The world seemed to hesitate has he met his beloveds eyes just before Marduk's talons connected with her face. Their bodies crashed together before she was sent reeling backwards by the sudden attack. The roar that left her throat was nothing he had ever heard from her, and had he of been a lesser man he would of taken this reprieve to run and abandon the banshee. Yet he stood there. Blood dripping from his face, his neck and his chest where her violence met his flesh with unbridled deep rage.
Hell hath no fury like a broken heart after all.
His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze shifting to Marduk for only a moment before he unconsciously took a step toward Thomasin. Her back was turned away from him, but he could see her. Her whole body shook. There was no hesitation. The battered king walked purposefully forward, closing the distance between them quietly. He had never seen tears leave her, never heard her sobs. This, this hurt worst than any scathing word she spoke, worst than any dagger she threw or fang sunk into his flesh. She was breaking and it was his fault. "My Thomasin..." His voice was the gentlest it had ever been, his heavy tones calm and quiet despite the aggression he was just given. He let his maw reach out to touch her flank, uncaring if she decided to lash out at him again. He laid gentle kisses on her before letting his nape curl around her, forcing her to bury herself into him. He wished to speak, to make promises, to mend her breaking heart but no words would leave him as he held her with jaws slightly agape. He inhaled deeply as he felt her body rock with each wretched sob, and with each sob his own heart broke so deeply, so painfully he bit into his tongue and drew blood. His grip on her tightened, as he fought his own tears. His heavy maw sitting upon her gently yet firm as if trying to hold her heart together. Of all the dastardly things he had done in his lives, this... this was the worst and this was the moment he knew he would pray to forget.
His own breath came calmly now, fighting the desire to wail along side his bride. Instead, he was steadfast. His frame a solid monument despite the blood that dripped from the violent kiss of her hate and love. He exhaled deeply once more, his solemn and soft voice a plea that was loud enough only for her ears. A plea that held his shame for ever hurting her. A phrase that was as hard to say as it was easy for him to profess his soul. Though he did not beg her for forgiveness with this, he had no right. All he needed was for her to hold onto him as he held onto her. To love him in spite of his flaws. In spite of his failure. In spite of himself.
"I am sorry."
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