[ ... well, he's not the first to say that he wants to kill her. but there's a part of her wonders if that's really what he wants to do.
(and yet still, he's holding her hand!)
the way he stumbles for a moment, catching himself at the very last moment—that nagging voice presents itself once more, reminding her of what she actually wants to do. lumine briefly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, making terrible peace with herself. she's being reckless, but if it'll get her the satisfaction she wants ... ]
Then kill me. If you can, that is.
[ because despite his outward irritation and distaste for this situation (and really, she feels the same way, except just a bit more conflicted), she can tell that he's not the type who would actually do so.
lumine squeezes his hand gently, encouraging him. ]
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(and yet still, he's holding her hand!)
the way he stumbles for a moment, catching himself at the very last moment—that nagging voice presents itself once more, reminding her of what she actually wants to do. lumine briefly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, making terrible peace with herself. she's being reckless, but if it'll get her the satisfaction she wants ... ]
Then kill me. If you can, that is.
[ because despite his outward irritation and distaste for this situation (and really, she feels the same way, except just a bit more conflicted), she can tell that he's not the type who would actually do so.
lumine squeezes his hand gently, encouraging him. ]
Go on.