Slubberdegullion Noun.
A villain A fiend
~A worthless person~
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"You should wear less black."
"You should breathe less air."
"Does that mean you're going to kill me, or kiss me?"
"Kiss."
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"It scares me." I state eyes focused on hers.
"What? What does, Myra?" She reaches up to hold my face with both hands.
"You getting hurt." I drop my hands from her shoulder, and behind her neck, and rest them over hers. "...scared of losing you."
I shake my head and whisper out. "I don't wanna lose you."
Maria's face softens, as she offers a gentle and kind smile to me, but I know my words don't truly mean enough for anything to change. For her to stop working for Fury. She'd work for him, even if it meant losing me.
And here I am, refusing jobs to spend time with her.
"I can't lose you....I just got you, and...I'm so scared to be without you now."
My eyes work overtime searching her face, trying to find a true answer, which I know will contradict her words. Then I find it. Remorse or...fear, and a little endearment.
"Myra, I don't want to lose you either. But..." she trails off, clearly not wanting to have to say it.
"Fury, over everything else." I whisper so quietly I'm not sure she heard.
I nod and lean back ever so slowly, but she pulls me back down, to where I was just before, smiling...for some reason.
It's her, over anything and everything, for me.
But for her it's work. Fury.
"Myra, you are worth so much. You deserve so much... but, I also deserve what I want." She says, "And I want to work. I love my work."
Oh, how tragic we are.
I nod, a small smile forced onto my lips. "You deserve the world. And this job...Fury. Can't get you that."
"Neither can you, Myra."
I can't help but resign a bit, as I cool my expressions. It's true, but I can do so much more for her than Fury and this damn job can.
"I can protect you." I state, voice slightly lower than before.
"That's why we do so well together. You protect me, while I get the job done."
"Is everything work-related to you?" I question, now a little bit more than slightly annoyed.
"It's what I've worked so hard for, and I have that. I can't give that up." She practically stabbed a knife into my neck and pulled it forward ripping my throat open, with those words. Yet, she's looking at me like I painted the moon
