It feels like yesterday. It feels like a lifetime ago. It feels like it's still happening. Another drop of nightwash hits the water. Ronan smells the rain hitting asphalt, the cold November air, blood and flower petals.
"Willing life for unwilling life," he mutters bitterly, echoing the words of a useless wizard from once upon a time. "Blood sacrifice. Can you believe someone did that for me?"
Of course Rhy can. He almost seems eager to do it himself.
"I feel like the demon. Like the monster in your story. It takes blood and magic to keep me alive, like some un-fucking-holy abomination."
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It feels like yesterday. It feels like a lifetime ago. It feels like it's still happening. Another drop of nightwash hits the water. Ronan smells the rain hitting asphalt, the cold November air, blood and flower petals.
"Willing life for unwilling life," he mutters bitterly, echoing the words of a useless wizard from once upon a time. "Blood sacrifice. Can you believe someone did that for me?"
Of course Rhy can. He almost seems eager to do it himself.
"I feel like the demon. Like the monster in your story. It takes blood and magic to keep me alive, like some un-fucking-holy abomination."