@tokillagecko continued from.
‘i don’t know.’ she recalls a time when those same words dripped from her own lips, wholly uncertain ones. why would you kill them? why would you hurt yourself like that? why can’t you stop? ‘i don’t know.’ despite the fact that she’s moved on, that she’s free and tasted what the real world has had to offer, she’s still accustomed to lashing out on both herself and others. she doesn’t know how to cope, she was never taught.
❛ i should. ❜ her head shakes from side to side, bottom lip caught tightly between her teeth. morals aside, telling richard wouldn’t solve anything. despite the fact that the brothers were close, that they had conquered all odds together, she knew how richard would react. poorly. he’d find out himself, regardless.
hues a shade of deep copper scan over his bandaged wound, the heavy iron scent causing her nostrils to flare. the memories that she had waded through while feeding from him flit up to the surface causing her to blink, long and languid. ❛ but i won’t. ❜ there’s a pause and she sighs. a myriad of questions lie at the tip of her tongue but she forces them back with trained repression. ❛ how have you been hiding it from him? ❜
