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But then Silene had always found more colour in dying than living.
Death was just as lonely as life had been for her, but at least she now had the means to give herself nice things, to make and wear pretty things, to smile at herself in the mirrors she passed.
To give comfort, you have to know comfort. Silene had never been good at comforting.
Fuck
It was since then she knew men were not beyond desecrating graves, that they were not even trusted with the dead.
Fuck
“Impossible. I would have remembered you.”
His grin was wide. “What can I say? I like sad, pretty girls who look at me like they wish nothing more but to bury my existence six feet under.”
“Silene, Silene,” he murmured, testing the forbidding syllables on his tongue—a name he’d not allowed himself to call upon until this very day.
“Don’t you look pretty for me again, Miss Carver.”
Ahahahehe
“One of your days. For a day, you’re mine, not my brother’s.”
“In a minute, you old idiot,” Gabriel muttered. “She will be there in a minute.
“Look at her. Isn’t she pretty like I’ve told you?”
Gah
Gabriel wondered—he wondered if she’d always sensed him, if she knew he’d always been watching her for years, for hundreds of them.
Peak romance
“No,” Azriel curtly told him before he could even ask what he’d come there to ask. “The same answer you have gotten from me for the past five hundred years. You’re not going anywhere near her. You’ve already tempted your luck enough by interfering with her work.”
HES ASKED BEFORE AHHHH
For how much longer he could bear to embrace the soil she’d been buried in that blighted realm he cursed every time he visited because he missed her and was the only way he could hold her without hurting her.
She really knows how to make it hurt
He could only begin to imagine how soft the deaths she gave were, how lucky the souls she had touched must have been to be held by those tender fingers.
Like wtf do i have todo to hve someone think this of me idc if im not a reaper
he didn’t want her hate. Not hers. Gabriel had not once kneeled before anything or anyone, king nor queen, God or Goddess, but for whatever he’d done to deserve her hate, he wanted to kneel before her and beg.
Like are you joking
The way her eyes rounded full of understanding he didn't deserve, coloured in with sadness he didn’t deserve, might have been his next death—such a gentle one this time.
She slowly frowned. “You sound weird.” “My pardon. I only meant to sound envious.”
HAhaah
“I thought you wouldn’t come.” “I would have come.” She’d given him her word. “Pretty,” he said, staring right at her. “Your garden.”
“What’s the point of anything, Silene? Why does anything have to have a point, or make sense, or have worth, or anything like that? Why can’t it just merely exist?”
!!!!!
“Silly, old thing. We don’t chase pretty girls away. Not how we flirt these days.”
“Tommy loves being alive,” he said, lifting the animal up to smack a dozen kisses to his fat belly.
“She doesn’t like being surrounded by people.”
GAHHHH
“There is no one to light me,” the girl sighed. “Nothing and no one at all. If I let my brother, I’m afraid I might burn his hands. If I let my father, he will smother me and use me as he wishes.” A choked sob ripped from Silene’s throat, and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry.
Kinda insane to make her watch a play of her life
“Look at me!” she screamed, her throat swelling with a cry when he did look at her—when he looked at her with such anguish, such burning pain as tears slid down his face. “There hasn’t been a moment ever since the first time I found you that I’ve looked away.”
Fuck
“Beg,” she said, spinning to him. “Get on your knees and beg for it. Maybe I will consider it.”
“I quite like it down here. Have come to realise why humans get on their knees to pray. Certain things do look like quite something to behold from down here.”
He stepped close to her, almost making her drop from her chair again when he got down to his knees right there at her feet. “Now talk to me.”
HES SO I CANT
“Pretty things should be seen, Silene.”
Sat at the edge of his bed, long past midnight, he stared at the new frame in his hand, running a finger down the picture he’d trapped in it, the most precious thing he now owned.
LIKE OFC THIS IS A FICTIONAL MAN
“You think she will still come to you when she finds out the truth?” his brother asked, and in turn, the skies over his own side darkened.
WHAT ARE YOU HIDING I CANT TAKE IT TELL ME
A mercy to wither in your hold.”
Fuck
He lifted a hand, letting the cast of its shadow graze hers, the tips of their fingers meeting on the stone.
Im crying
“Yeah,” he replied, voice weak. “Yeah, he will. Both of you can’t leave me at once.” His smile trembled. “What a cruel joke it would be.”
Do you want me to SOB
I had to make peace with the fact that I’d be longing for you forever before I even knew why.”
“That he would haunt each and every soul with Gabriel’s help and slay them for him because he could not.” Silene staggered a step back. “What souls?” “Of those that hurt you,” Luke told her.
SCREAMING
She’d finally picked her next grave, and the earth was so gentle to her this time.
he forced his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears. He couldn’t see or hear her—he could not.
My beautiful, beautiful demise, live long and well.
Can i please be happy for just one day.
“Don’t beg me, my ruin. Order me. Tell me what you need.”
Fuck.
“God,” she breathed, her eyes screwed shut. One of his hands came to the back of her neck, wrapping to hold her there as he kissed her. “I’m right here.”
And he’d introduced himself to her again, he’d told her their story, for the hundred or thousands of times.
That Gabriel had loved the ghost of a woman Silene had been after her bargain with Death for endless years, and that she had never loved him back for longer than a day.
