[𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒐 𝑾𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕]
╰┈➤ Modern
✧ made: 5/29/24
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"You have me," he whispers, holding one hand in hers, the other cupping her cheek as he caresses his thumb along her temple. His crimson eyes softened and that left an unsettling feeling in her stomach.
For a man who was so adept of killing,—(she ignores the smile, sharp teeth on display, with maniacal eyes when his teeth seethed through his throat)—his eyes were remarkably soft. She knows what he has done and can do. Especially to those who touch her who isn't him.
Persephone let out a sharp exhale. "Right now, that's not enough for me anymore."
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Her hand was clamped over her mouth, scarfing down sobs and whimpers. Currently, Persephone curled over her tucked-in legs and buried her head in her knees. She could feel a burning sensation prickle the corner of her eyes. She forced herself to squeeze her eyes shut and pray any sound from her would fall deaf on his ears.
Persephone forces herself to pretend everything is okay, that he wasn't in the next room, ripping the man's throat apart, that the cries of anguish and pleas ripped out from the man will do him no good. She knows the man—stubborn as a mule.
She knows what to do. And that's to leave him.
Even if it meant breaking their vows they promised to each other.
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"Darling," his voice utters behind her, his now cleaned hands wrapping around her waist, planting a small kiss on her neck, "flower, what's going on in your head?"
She hates how she preened under his care, his love. The love and warmth she felt as he rested his head against her shoulder, hugging her tightly from behind, trapped in his arms where she couldn't leave. His arms, that had always shown her love and affection, now resembled a cage. The most love filled cage she could be trapped in, yet still inside a cage.
Persephone understood why she felt his eyes bore behind her head. He was entirely absorbed in contemplation for her, with how pretty she seemed to him, where her golden curls that leak sunshine into his cold and empty world, lighted up by the rays of the setting sun
Persephone's breathing stuttered and hitched. She placed her hand against her chest to steady herself, to practice breathing until her breaths returned to a steady pace. Her lips pressed into a thin line, apprehensive with her words that were caught in her throat.
"Let's...we need to have a talk, Damien," Persephone confessed, the shoulders relaxing a little but remaining stiff. She squeezed her palm to herself, clenching onto poor, pathetic reassurance. There was a pause momentarily before there was a hand that cards through her strands, untangling them. A confused hum reached her ear, a light tap on her shoulder to catch her gaze.
"Damien?" He whispered under his breath, loud enough for Persephone to pick up. "Flower, what happened to 'honey'?"
Persephone sucks in a sharp breath, biting the inside of her cheek and pulling away from his arms to face him. Hazel eyes met perplexed-filled crimson, searching for anything he can grasp in her eyes. Seems like he hadn't found what he was looking for and pursed his lips, nodding.
A deep breath ripped out of her throat, foreboding what his reaction would be. Would it be anger, with her throat ripped out by his hands or teeth, or sorrow, with tears trailing down his cheeks, filled with anguish and distinguished love? Or, would he be happy, thrilled to finally leave her now given the opportunity and reason, throw her away now seeing how she sees herself.
