[There's always a certain thrill to killing that only people who understand the power over life will have. In that way, Waltaquin was satisfied by her adrenaline. But it had felt different when her own shadows were wrapped in Alecto's and squeezed quiet.]
Yes but no. Not like him. [It's the answer she settles on. She feels less like God and more like a star that imploded long ago, waiting to live outs its light.]
[That spurs a shiver, one of want/fear.] I can't say I know how much time you'll have left to decide, but I will fight time unto the last.
[She's fighting it every day, the urge to pace the bars of her body's cage and scream. The sedative is helping, but Alecto now knows her better than anything.]
Whatever your decision, I think you'll be with me forevermore. It feels much less lonely.
I have been alone for an eternity. A myriad. My siblings cry out in rage. They kill His followers, subject them to horrors not even you could comprehend. But no matter how hard they fight, they cannot reach me.
I hate you for seeing me. I hate your role in making me see. It is an unbearable sensation, to not be alone. But.
You did not leave me behind. You did not lock the tomb. Thank you for doing my hair. I still love you.
[She doesn't put her laugh into writing, but it exists all the same, reeling and disjointed and Alecto can probably sense it.] It's mutual, I assure you.
I love you. Thank you for all that you helped me to see. I hate you for every piece of yourself you put inside me, everything I have to feel.
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Week 6, Wednesday
Are you listening? Do you understand? My necromancer?
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I hear you.
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Did killing me bring you the satisfaction it brought him?
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Yes but no. Not like him. [It's the answer she settles on. She feels less like God and more like a star that imploded long ago, waiting to live outs its light.]
Do you yet want my heart?
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I want to experience killing you. Devouring you. But I would miss you.
Nobody has ever understood me.
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[She's fighting it every day, the urge to pace the bars of her body's cage and scream. The sedative is helping, but Alecto now knows her better than anything.]
Whatever your decision, I think you'll be with me forevermore. It feels much less lonely.
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I hate you for seeing me. I hate your role in making me see. It is an unbearable sensation, to not be alone. But.
You did not leave me behind. You did not lock the tomb. Thank you for doing my hair. I still love you.
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I love you. Thank you for all that you helped me to see. I hate you for every piece of yourself you put inside me, everything I have to feel.
What are we to do?