M - the light of the oncoming train
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loosen the noose, love. loosen the noose with love.


         She took the child back and stepped away. He turned away as well, saying nothing, as he reached for the knife that’d fallen forgotten to the ground when he’d lunged for the child. Blowing dust from the deadly silver he seated himself on the rock that he’d originally been reposed upon, as though never disturbed in the slightest. It was a weary, almost defeated motion, allowing all desire for cruelty to fade into nothing. She was his child. What the hell did that mean?

         He’d never cared before about any of the countless offspring he’d sired before. He didn’t even know how many bastards ran about with his blood running through their veins and crimson eyes in their heads. The edge of the blade moved between his lips in a thoughtful motion, though he shared nothing. “What’s his name?” he finally asked, having already forgotten the title she’d cried out in warning, summoning the child back to the safety of her side.

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