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Qetsiyah stood her ground as he made his approach, though her confidence wavered as he stood more inches from her. She hadn’t been so close to him in so long, and she couldn’t help but stare at him as he spoke. The witch couldn’t deny, there was a certain kind of charisma about him. It was one of the things that had drawn her to him, it was of the things that she’d love about him. Now though, that same charisma that had driven her to creating an elixir that granted immortality tore her to shreds as she stood there, letting it happen, with tears stinging at her eyes. “Self-made? Self-made? You ruined me, Silas. I gave up everything for you. My hopes, my dreams… I gave it up because of you. I would have done it all again, anything if you could have just loved me…” Tears streamed down her face, red hot anger, and sorrow she couldn’t explain. “You ruined my life…” Repeating herself, she took a deep breath as she looked up at him. “I let you ruin my life, and I let you lie to me back then… I’m not going to let you do it to me again, Silas.” Reaching up and wiping at her tears, struggling for air she met his eyes again and stepped back further into her shop. “You should go.”

It was bittersweet satisfaction, watching the emotion well up in her gaze -- watching her quiver and falter under his own. He smiled, but the amusement he attempted to portray only seemed to fall flat. “You killed that man. Everything you lost, you buried with him two thousand years ago.” His tone held the same sharpness, expressing nothing but apathy toward her plight and tears. What were they, but a testament of her guilt? The victim turned villain. For someone who filled the role so flawlessly, it was almost a shame that she denied the part she played in it. “You love the idea of my betrayal more than you ever loved me.” Silas saw no reason to continue to convince her... though the feeling lingered, like a stinging pain in the middle of his ribs. Though it faded; quicker than he had expected it to. “Or, you know you couldn’t bear the thought of ruining the man who really did love you, in the end. I can’t tell what would be worse?” As he turned to make his exit, each movement deliberately slow, he paused -- wearing an expression that could only be read as contemplation, then raised and clenched a fist. It shattered very specific bottles and jars in the shop’s inventory. All with similar contents. Hyacinth.. the flower he once planted for her, every single spring. Even now the smell haunted him. But he wore nothing but a smile as he continued forward. “Missed our little talks. Until next time, Tessa.”

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alexanderclaire‌:

“.. Guess I should be glad I’m pretty undesirable, huh?”

“That’s.. just sad, dude. You’re bumming me out.”

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thescourned‌:

“No, it wasn’t.” Is she saying it for him, or for herself? “If it was real, you could have told me. You could have told me and I could have been happy for you, even if killed me to see you happy without me. I could have made a garden for your wedding to Amara, I could have helped her get ready, given you both my blessing in a long and happy life together. Hell, I would have given you the immortality elixir as a wedding present…” There’s a pause as the witch finds a wide, sad grin on her face as she looked at her former flame. She realized it might sound like an impossible idea, that the woman who had spent her eternity trying to destroy him and his lover could have been on the other side of things. That their story hadn’t had to end the way it did.

“I loved you so much Silas, I would have given you my own heart from my chest if it had pleased you. With your charm, and your power, you were the first person in my life to make me feel like I mattered, that I was more than just someone to marry off. You made me feel like I had worth, and that’s something I knew I would never be able to pay you back for. And Amara? The beautiful handmaiden you wanted to spend forever with? She showed me kindness, and patience, truthfully, she was the first friend I ever had. She was more than that, she was innocent, and I loved her. And if the two people I loved most in this world could have found happiness together without me?” The question is left hanging in the air for a moment, because she’s forced to deal with the reality of it all again, and the searing pain she’d felt upon discovering their betrayal hit her once more. “ - It would have killed me, Silas, but I would have smiled through it, and been happy for you both because I loved you both if you’d just told me because that’s what real love is.” Sure, she would have died heartbroken, but they could have been happy. They could have had it all, and she wouldn’t have been forced to watch their love story play out again and again and again. Someone could have been happy, but instead here they were, and the witch had never felt so quite exposed to him.

“Instead, you lied to me. You deceived me, you made a mockery out of me and of our relationship. You turned the love that I had for both of you, that happiness and trust into something ugly and gnarled. You ruined me, and I swore I would to myself that I would ruin you. It was real for me, Silas, and I paid the price for it. So don’t stand here and lie to my face about something you know nothing about.”

He made his advance on her -- bringing their bodies closer than he probably should have. He could feel her heated breath on his neck. “I am a liar, Qetsiyah.” Her name danced off his tongue elegantly, but there was an edge to it. Sharp like a blade -- cold as its steel. “I have deceived, and mocked, and ruined. I’ve warped your pretty little descendants mind, I’ve hunted Amara’s doppelgangers. I slithered my way into countless minds and tricked them into bleeding themselves dry by using the stolen voices of their lost loves. I am cold and heartless and I don’t regret a moment of it.” The crescendo. “I perfected this role over the past two thousand years. I became this creature of hatred; dark and damned. No, my love, I was not honest with you back in Greece. I held a deep, dark secret; one that I was selfish for keeping -- but I did love you.” Hazel eyes pierced through the witch. A distance in them that had been carved into his very being. “What I don’t get.. is why I care whether you believe me or not?” His brow cocked at her. Apathetic and inquisitive. “What are you to me now, but a fading reminder of the man I was once was? A self-made antagonist: the Woman Scourned.”

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alexanderclaire‌:

“Well, it’s sort of my mission in life not to upset anyone enough to be in that sort of situation… so I like to think I’m doing my best to avoid it, I guess?”

“There’s no controlling the intensity in which someone loves you... and when you can’t give them what they want? Boom. Two thousands years trapped in your own head.”

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alexanderxclaire‌:

“I’d rather not…”

“It’s cute that you think you’d be given a choice.”

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thescourned:

“The point was originally to get to spend eternity with the one person who I thought loved me, because I knew that would make them happy.” Not that the witch needed a history lesson, he knew it all too well. “I would have done anything for you.” she added, her voice softening a bit, shaking her head as she bit her tongue. Talking about it didn’t change things. Nothing they did now would change things. “I was insinuating you got the better end of the deal. I was insinuating that even though you and Amara were seperated for ions, the moments you shared together were real for both of you. I never had that. I’ll probably never have that. For a brief moment you were happy and loved by someone you loved.” And, just like that, the witch cracked just a bit under the pressure. “And no amount of magic or curses could ever bring me that, so, you won.”

Hearing her speak of their relationship like this after so many years, it was.. more words than he had the time to sort through. The way she had worded it as well resonated with his one goals. Spending eternity with Amara was an ambition that was a secret to none. Yet, being reminded of Qetisyah’s side... in her own words, as he could bear witness to the way they shifted the features of her face, it felt different. And then she said it. She hit him with the one thing that he chose to overlook. It was easy to digest that she loved him. It was just a word, wasn’t it? But her promise was something else entirely. So when she started to explain her point, she had his undivided attention. “They were,” he agreed. “I would even say they were worth everything you put us through.” Every ounce of his being was rewired to knock her down -- and she was lining the shot up for him. Making her suffer for what she took for him had stewed for over two thousand years. She was right. In their game rigged for them to fail, he was the crowned winner. Yet, there was something else. It felt violent on his tongue; begging to pass his lips. “But you’re wrong about one thing,” he began, giving away nothing in his gaze. “It was real.”

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alexanderxclaire:

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“I used to stay awake, just counting hours all night long.”

“Try doing that for two thousand years.”

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thescourned:

“We all suffered.” she agreed flatly, watching as he broke the little eye contact they did have. “I thought it’d make me feel better - everything I did, I did so I could feel better, happier - all I managed to do was ruin the lives of more people than I can count in the name of revenge.” she confessed, looking at what she’d been working on and abandoning it for the time being. “Some people just aren’t meant to be happy. You’re one of the lucky ones.”

“Was that not the point?” The moment they decided to play god, they had signed away any hope of relating to another human being. “We took what we wanted and damned the consequences. Though something can be said about how well that worked out...” The additional sentence was delivered lightheartedly, mocking their situation more than he was illuminating it. He didn’t have a quick response to her statement either way, but her second comment caused a curve in his brow. “I’m sorry,” he begged her pardon. “You’re not insinuating what I think you’re insinuating, are you?”

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thescourned:

“And what did it get me besides two thousand years of misery and a broken heart, hm?” she asked, her tone not changing as she turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “I did the impossible, I created things that witches could only dream of. I sacrificed and risked everything, and even when I succeeded, I lost everything anyway.”

Silas gave a nonchalant shrug, breaking the already fleeting eye contact. “You did manage to bring us down with you, for every single one of those years.” There was no malice in his tone, which was a calculated move on his part. He almost sounded encouraging. “Whether that’s a comfort.. well, I suppose it’s either take it or leave it.”

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thescourned:

Even though he was only repeating the insight she’d offered, it still stung to hear him say. "A stupid motivation, but a motivation none the less.” she shrugged, turning away from him to focus on anything else. “We all need a reason to keep going I suppose.”

She was withdrawing -- something he had grown accustomed to in the time they shared together. It was almost instinctive the way he stepped toward her left, cocking his head in her direction in an attempt to grab just the slightest glance. “It drove you once, a lifetime ago. You achieved the unachievable.”

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thescourned:

“I’ll have to take that into consideration…” she muttered, choosing to push it aside for the time being as she felt an ounce of regret. She considered his question, mulled over it before admitting “You are at your best when you have a motivator. Love, immortality….”

The silence spanned for a moment too long. The air itself felt like it was suffocating the witch, but all he could do was stand there, his hazel eyes meeting her brown. “Immortal love,” he repeated with a exaggerated nod, a sober edge to it, “that explains a lot.”

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thescourned:

“Ha, you can be funny, who would have guessed?” Qetsiyah replied, her smile faltering just a bit. “I’m at my best when I’m happy, or when I’m angry. Right now, I’m content.”

“I have my moments. Hating me denies you of most of them, though.” Her response held a bitterness that the others had lacked, and he’s hesitating only a second longer than he would have any other day. “Oh? And when am I at my best?” he asked, almost inviting her continued ire -- but his curiosity knew no bounds.

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thescourned:

“I’d sell your soul to Cade for a corn chip.” she explained, a smug smile on her lips. “No problem.”

“And did you read that on a third grader’s backpack?” Without skipping a beat, he continued. “You’re looking well. Keeping your head low really does suit you.”

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