28. “Marry me?” -- Philip/Vera
NB: this is actually something that’s intended for a future fic - not a snippet of that fic, since I haven’t written it yet, but a future idea that fits this prompt, which will be expanded upon in a proper fic at some point.
“Marry me,” Philipdemands. His chest is heaving, his eyes wild. Vera feels blood dripping downher arm, sweat trickling between her breasts. Her knife, the knife he gave her,is slippery in her hand. There’s blood there, too. Between them, a body coolingon the floor. She’s never killed at such close quarters. She’s only once seenthis much blood on her own skin.
“We’re alreadymarried,” she reminds him, still breathless from her exertions, from fightingher captor with tooth and nail and steel.
“God, I loveyou,” he says. It sounds like a vow, and Vera smiles.
