Written under the smug watch of a tormenting demon in his own blood.

1. I wanted to take her one last time, make her cry out my name in the way only she could.

2. I wanted to kill every other person to enter her bed and prove that we could be faithful in a way no one will probably ever inspire her to *tear in the parchment where he stabbed the pen ( Read more... )

The one thing in Auberon’s life that was quiet and private was his death. There was no villain’s monologue, no observing crowd, just he in his killer in a private chamber. Old instincts might have told him not to trust his sister, might have kept him alive just a little longer. But the truth was, he no longer cared. Looking into time without end ( Read more... )

[Locked from muses. Auberon's been coming off as puffball lately. Thought , I'd give a little clue to what's really going on in his head. And yes, this qualifies as both A) brooding and B) emo.]

Auberon lays on the clean white linen with such absolute stillness, that had anyone been brave enough to look in the room, they would have feared him dead. ( Read more... )

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