Short Loki POV of his love.
Despite the sharp blade of the dagger that Sylvie uses to kill, her power keeps me mortally trapped under an intoxicating spell. Her eyes shine green with mischief, with hatred, with interest, and I could play at pretending that I can escape, but I appreciate, in a commendable way, how much I can never allow myself to lie that I am not surrendered, that my body does not burn in desire, that my mind does not care about being dominated by the shapes of her smile and that my chest does not hurt ardently with a sharp blow of constant danger. It is alarming to say that this is the same way that Sylvie gradually kills me, with this same sharp blade that she is used to wielding, but that, unlike the other lives she achieves, she heals me with tears of grief. And I'm reborn for her, no matter how many more times I'll die.
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Sylki One-Shots and Poetries (English)
Fiksi PenggemarThis is my safe place for all Sylki shippers with all the one-shots and other contents I've ever made about them. This is especially for english readers, but you can also find in this profile the same page with these or other stories in portuguese! ...
