#today i present you with more angst and more dramatic curu

[deaddoveadventures]

@yaksha-garden - cont. from (x)

"Damn right!" Eden shouted. "You'd know that!"

Eden was facing down the man who'd murdered the priest who nursed her back to health -- and the priest who complied with the conspiracy to hide her true nature from her. All of his kindness was poisoned. So was all the rest, all the kindness she'd ever been shown, based on a lie.

The shimmering outlines of countless blades hovered in the air around Curumë, with Eden's hand held out towards him, fingers itching to close into a fist, watch the spectral swords burst into reality and slice through the warlock's flesh.

"Don't fucking pretend to understand me," they spat.

The glow of Eden’s magic reflected in Curumë’s amber eyes as they pierced her with an unyielding gaze. Despite the countless phantom blades surrounding him, the Half-Elf stood firm, his lips bent into a wry smile that held nothing empathetic.

“I’m not here to understand you, moon witch,” he said with a scoff. “We both know what we’ve done. Neither of us can undo what happened, and, frankly, regret is but a waste of time.” He shrugged, recalling the priest’s raspy gasps as he lay choking in a pool of his own blood; Vayu’s hurt and confused look as his dagger sank deep into the man’s flesh.

No, Curumë knew, there was no forgiveness for either of them. Only the freedom to choose what was going to happen next. Shaking his head, his hand slowly moved to the hilt of his weapon, gripping it firmly as he continued, “I want answers, Eden. I want to know where Lalanika is, so I can end that beast once and for all. You‘ve created her, now let me fix that mistake.”