Her lips were one of the reason he was alive. He loved nothing more than feeling these lips on his skin. Her lips were full of promise, of broken lies, of dangereous and loving words. And her eyes were the second reason. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Deep yet with this light inside. Meaningful yet empty. Loving yet hateful. And her hands. Her hands were always moving, never resting, always moving in some kind of movment, even when she was sleeping as she was now. Her skin seemed to pale in the morning light, almost transparent, letting her veins appear. She had these small, little, blue veins everyone could see running under her pale skin, especially in the bright light of the morning. He wondered a few seconds if a lot of person had see her in this state, naked under sheets, with her hair falling in cascade around her. The thought sent a jolt of jealousy in his heart and he clenched his fists. He passed his finger along her sharps shoulders and she moved slightly, exposing to his view her tatoo. E mateaki mo e Feilaulau. Devotion and Sacrifice. He still heard her voice when she had explained it to him. Her sweet, steely, harsh voice. It's a oath, y'know. Something we swear each time we see each other, in my clan. It means that whatever happens to one of us, we will be ther, 'cause we know lives matters. We know material property doesn't matter if we can still hold onto each other. She was a girl from a clan in the North, in Groeland, if what she told him was true. She was there because she was an ambassador, and he had stolen her, like she loved to say. They belonged together.
And he was happily poisoned by her.
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