[He smirks as she plunges herself forward, essentially sealing her death. But instead of just allowing her to enjoy it quickly, he pulls back the blade. Stepping away from those claws and ripping the sword from her chest to allow the blood to flow freely. There is that opportunity he had been waiting for. The hands now going for him instead of covering the mouth. The sword now free of her body.
In that instant, the sword goes where it has always been intended for. A motion, a flick of a wrist..a skill that he has honed over years of making humans into walking corpses. The person never sees it coming until its too late. And she will no longer need that tongue when she is dead.]
You wanted to take advantage of his kindness. So how does that make you any better then me?
[All he wanted was to be by his side. Of course that's not how it started. In the beginning he was driven by revenge, by knocking Xingchen down to his level. But over time that changed. Years of peace had been between them. If only she hadn't lead Song Xichen there..]
[ Blood fills her mouth, pours from her lips as she coughs wetly. It's rushing up from her throat and out from the stump of her tongue both, dripping onto the nicest piece of clothing she's ever owned, and she rasps a word, another, insensible to the pain.
You're a murderer, she tries to say, and you're rotten. Not he'd never have been happy with you once he knew, but he could have forgiven me, and we'll never know now; she doesn't have the coherence left to think it consciously.
She purses her mouth closed, head swimming and limbs growing cold, and then spits as much of the welling blood towards him as she can. ]
[He's not scared of a little blood. Doesn't care how it will stain the front of that red sweatshirt. He did his duty during the event and he could easily afford a new wardrobe now. The blood on his sweatshirt a symbol of his chance to have a sweet moment of revenge.
Calling him rotten or a murderer is hardly enough to get a rise out of him. Those are words he already knows and accepts about himself. He's killed hundreds at this point, one more is barely another hashmark on the long list. But she can't say those words aloud, so all he can do is assume the names she is calling him.]
I would gladly kill you over and over again. Maybe if we meet again, I'll just go ahead and pluck out those eyes of yours. Since you chose to pretend you can't see..we should just make it so next time. Let you taste what it is like to be in Xingchen's shoes instead of just lying about it.
[ If her heart had blood remaining with which to beat, she'd use it all to curse him. Instead, she sways, listless, slumps over against the seat, fingers twitching weakly and lips moving with the last impulse to... to... she doesn't know.
Wasn't this worse? Couldn't she have just died, there, at the riverside? She loses consciousness by the time he says Xiao Xingchen's name, upper body lurching over until she's almost bowed before him. ]
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LOL You should have knownnnn
In that instant, the sword goes where it has always been intended for. A motion, a flick of a wrist..a skill that he has honed over years of making humans into walking corpses. The person never sees it coming until its too late. And she will no longer need that tongue when she is dead.]
You wanted to take advantage of his kindness. So how does that make you any better then me?
[All he wanted was to be by his side. Of course that's not how it started. In the beginning he was driven by revenge, by knocking Xingchen down to his level. But over time that changed. Years of peace had been between them. If only she hadn't lead Song Xichen there..]
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You're a murderer, she tries to say, and you're rotten. Not he'd never have been happy with you once he knew, but he could have forgiven me, and we'll never know now; she doesn't have the coherence left to think it consciously.
She purses her mouth closed, head swimming and limbs growing cold, and then spits as much of the welling blood towards him as she can. ]
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Calling him rotten or a murderer is hardly enough to get a rise out of him. Those are words he already knows and accepts about himself. He's killed hundreds at this point, one more is barely another hashmark on the long list. But she can't say those words aloud, so all he can do is assume the names she is calling him.]
I would gladly kill you over and over again. Maybe if we meet again, I'll just go ahead and pluck out those eyes of yours. Since you chose to pretend you can't see..we should just make it so next time. Let you taste what it is like to be in Xingchen's shoes instead of just lying about it.
here i made it just for you
Wasn't this worse? Couldn't she have just died, there, at the riverside? She loses consciousness by the time he says Xiao Xingchen's name, upper body lurching over until she's almost bowed before him. ]