VILLAINS always had a passionate monologue before the final blow. It certainly felt that way with Grimhilde, as she sneered at his loss and pain. No, she had no HEART, and her beauty expertly concealed that. Maybe he and his sister were fools into thinking their game could go on forever; everything had its limits.
Wrapping his fingers around the narrow end of the cleaver, he hissed at the blood that slipped down his palm. Thomas really didn’t know if he intended to kill her with it or draw the blade to himself. His sister was RIGHT; he never could do what desperately needed to be done for the sake of family. They had the chance of finishing her off with white arsenic in her tea, but he had balked and pushed the cup away from her at the last minute.
WEAK.
That is what you are. That is ALL you will ever be.
And now you are ALONE.
He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut as a cool breeze struck his skin and pushed his curls back from his face. Finally he raised his head, his gaze already taking on a HAUNTED look.
“If you are finished, then leave. There is nothing for you here.”
KNELT BEFORE HER WAS THE mess of her destruction, RAGE still clouding one of the keenest minds, scarlet-toned hands rising to stain the champagne strands of her hair as she collected her fleeting wits. she should have slaughtered that morose woman the evening after her discovery, after the mirror had exposed his betrayal.
(& the ache returned as she thought of it. of his & every other before )
but as she crept to the room where the monstrous half of the Sharpe siblings rested, the one so similar to what the cruelties of life made her, he was there, resting so peacefully while she envisioned CHAINS coiled round his limbs &Lucille possessing the key to release the lock. it was not Adelind ( her true name that she had only spoken once in his company ) nor any other woman he had claimed to love before her, as he watched on, allowing them to wither before his very eyes at his sister’s behest. it nearly echoed the relationship she had held with her father, hands upon her throat, the touch tender as it tightened to SUFFOCATE her, doing his bidding so HE could benefit from what fortune her beauty would afford them.
it was the moment of WEAKNESS she regretted as if the centuries of emptiness, of devouring all & gaining little but wealth & title left her hollow, allowed her to soften. perhaps she should strike him down but she was far too SELFISH. instead she drew closer, a hand tainted with his sister’s blood finding his face only for the fingers to retreat, curling back into her palm, teeth grinding as her jaw tightened further.
he was not the mastermind in this scheme but a PAWN.
❛ there could have been something. condemn me as you wish, attempt to harm or maim me if it please you. but you are FREE to do as your will commands. ❜
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