He had tried.
When the blood-soaked woman had spoken to him, when those turquoise eyes had seemed so familiar, he had tried to wrest away control of his body, his tongue.
He had sobbed with relief when she trapped it and raised an ancient blade over his head. Then she hesitated- she had left him, and with good reason.
But he wished she had killed him. He hated her for not killing him.
💔💀😭
— Oct 14, 2025 08:04AM
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