Life isn't easy, even for the dead.
Alternative title: 'Can't you buggers wait until November??'
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"Do you ever blame me?" he asked, his words full of careful idleness. There was a long moment before she replied.
"Many times I have lain in your bed, watching the life taken from me play across your face. I have hated you, mylord; I have held my fingers to your chest and wondered if there is enough of your black heart left to bleed." She turned, fast as a strike, and propped herself up on already-paling arms as her gaze sought out his own. "Do I blame you? Yes." The word was heavy, falling between them like a wall. "I blame the heart of you; the blood of you; the endless, ravening dark of this place that you walk as easily as you still breathe. I am lost, and I am damned, mylord, because of all that you are."
Silence poured across the room, a smothering oil of absent sound that pooled around them, deepening the shadows. Her fingertips drifted down his bare arm, rising a faint blush under her flesh as the touch drew heat from his own. Then she turned, pulling his hand back onto the cooling curve of her chest, and pressed back into him with a faint sigh.
"But so are you." She laid her hand over his, as her tone softened. "You gave me your voice; lent me your heartbeat. I blame you, and owe you, for everything I am; and I would change none of it."
Have a snippet:
[Spoiler (click to open)]
"Do you ever blame me?" he asked, his words full of careful idleness. There was a long moment before she replied.
"Many times I have lain in your bed, watching the life taken from me play across your face. I have hated you, mylord; I have held my fingers to your chest and wondered if there is enough of your black heart left to bleed." She turned, fast as a strike, and propped herself up on already-paling arms as her gaze sought out his own. "Do I blame you? Yes." The word was heavy, falling between them like a wall. "I blame the heart of you; the blood of you; the endless, ravening dark of this place that you walk as easily as you still breathe. I am lost, and I am damned, mylord, because of all that you are."
Silence poured across the room, a smothering oil of absent sound that pooled around them, deepening the shadows. Her fingertips drifted down his bare arm, rising a faint blush under her flesh as the touch drew heat from his own. Then she turned, pulling his hand back onto the cooling curve of her chest, and pressed back into him with a faint sigh.
"But so are you." She laid her hand over his, as her tone softened. "You gave me your voice; lent me your heartbeat. I blame you, and owe you, for everything I am; and I would change none of it."