<div class="menu">[[The vile want.|second]]</div><p>This should be easy.</p><p>You’ve been waiting for so long. Hundreds of years picturing a single moment encased in ice: the sharp glint of a blade, the crimson burst of blood, the soft sound of a last breath. The dawning understanding in vivid purple eyes, just a touch too late. Yes. You can taste it on your tongue.</p><p>And still, you [[hesitate|third2]].</p><p>The impulse is all you need. Flesh gives effortlessly under your dagger, but there is no understanding in his eyes. His life slips through your fingers easily, almost welcoming.</p><p>You are alone, then. </p><p>There is only silence.</p>
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<a href="https://ko-fi.com/nyphren">kofi</a></div>@@<p>He has changed much and yet not at all. The last time, youth still clung to his features, smoothing out the edges of his elven face, but now immortality lends him a stillness that gives you pause. Do you look like this too? It’s been years since you gazed upon a mirror. Your hair is white now (like his) and your eyes have been slowly losing their color, turning violet (like his). You will never have the golden hue of his skin - yours is too pale, too… lifeless.</p><p>You jerk back and the blade nicks his skin. Blood shimmers - an accusation. The vile want shifts, grotesque in its monstrosity. You've lost much in your quest for power. Why would the vitality of your skin matter? But it chafes against you, this final line between what you always wanted to be, who you always wanted to have. You've moved mountains, broken kingdoms and raised things that should've stayed dead and still, somehow, it feels like //he// won.</p><p>“What is it that you want?” his voice, tired, angry, still beautiful.</p><p>//You//.</p><p>Gone. Dead. //Mine//.</p>@@.delayed;[[Kill him.|end1]]@@
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<p>You take off your mask. </p><p>Understanding dawns in vivid purple eyes. Your fingers close around his jaw, claws digging into his sun-kissed skin. “You,” he says and the recognition sparks a fire in your chest, a memory of a warmth thought forgotten. “//You//.”</p><p>The sharp glint of a blade, the crimson burst of blood, the soft sound of a name. Your name.</p><p>The vile want perks up, ravenous.</p>@@.delayed;<p>You hesitate.</p>@@ @@.delayed;<hr><div>thank you for playing!
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<a href="https://ko-fi.com/nyphren">kofi</a></div>@@<p>The dagger in your hand traces the curve of his jaw and a forgotten and much reviled want itches under your fingertips. Your lips curl in disgust. He tilts his chin in defiance. He doesn’t look away. Brave. He was always so //brave//.</p><p>The impulse to shatter him, to break him, is almost all consuming in its intensity. A twist of the vile want, a pivot to a rightful path; here you don't need a blade, only the sharpness of your teeth and the eagerness of your hatred. You could tear him into shreds, end his existence, finally, //finally//, quiet your mind. A thousand years of restless memories put to rest, centuries of whispered, pitiful thoughts - //why?// and //you left me behind// and //you left me to die// - vindicated.</p><p>This should be easy.</p>@@.delayed;[[Kill him.|end1]]@@
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