SmilingPanda19
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He jolts, grabbing her. His eyes wide and teeth gritted. "No!" He takes a breath. "No... we mustn't leave. We must stay. We must change things Elsie. Together!" He has a big grin on his face. "Yes- change things- we can do this-"
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He feels a smile spread across half his face. "Just like old times." His voice croaks. "You and I..."
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"Right here... with me?" He starts coughing, his heartbeat going up and down on the monitor inconsistently.
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He brings his shaky hand up to her cheek, rubbing his thumb to clear her tears. "They told me you were dead..." He whispers. Oh how he missed her. She brought out the good in him, the real and true good. He didn't have to be a fake man or a evil one around her. He could be... a fragment of who he once was.
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Half of Victors face is shrinking in. His left side looks almost scalded and burnt with his golden eye, the brainwashing was reacting harshly to his medication. His left side of his face still looks young, kind and gentle somehow. It’s almost at peace when he sees her. His brown eye looking up at her with that sweet tender love Cassian once had. ”El-Elsie?” He struggles to piece the word.
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Victor was in the medical wing. He lays across a bed, covered in wires and tubes hooking him up to machines to keep him alive. The brainwashing from before had made it difficult for the doctors to try and treat him because his body rejected most medication and fluids. He moved in an out of consciousness continuously. He was in the room by himself.
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I listened to Cross Stitching In The Morning. I am laying back in pitch black on my bed. I am not feeling the best, pretty stressed out and anxious. I turned on my stress relief playlist and your song came on. It really helped and I whispered along. I’m very serious: I feel so much better after listening to it.
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Not going to lie. Post-Candy-high/Halloween-High depression is hitting hard. I can feel myself crashing, I had so much sugar, and saw so many dogs and contained so many emotions today. I’m crashing and burning and I literally have no reason other than going up and going down to rock bottom. Are my words funky. I can’t think anymore. Breathing is weird. Is breathing harder for anyone else?
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Victor blinks in the medical wing. He looks around. His vision is still blurry. He was hooked up to many machines. They were loud. It hurt his ears.
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Victors chest goes up and down shakily. “Funny…” He laughs depressingly as he looses consciousness. ”This knife already had blood on it before you stabbed me.”
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He feels the dagger slip farther into his back. And blood line the ground around him. He reaches up and takes her hand. He feels a rising laughter coming from his throat. Deep in his chest there was an evil, rising through his lungs and into his laugh. It was sickening. ”Oh Siylna… Siylna…Siylna…Siylana.” His grip was tight on her. A maniacal look in his eyes. “My love! My dear! My darling!” His laugh gets louder, roaring. “My Queen…” His cheeks spread to an eerie insane smile. One cheek to the other. “A King doesn’t fall without taking the royal family with him.” A little prick felt on her wrist. “Sleep tight, my Queen.”
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He looses his breath and looks her in the eye a little bit before falling forward against her shoulder. Just held there by her arms. ”I…I trusted you.”
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He accepts. (EWWWWWW) and whispers close to her lips. “I love you.” @Edema Rue
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He looks into her eyes. His hands tremble. “Yes my queen?” He whispers. His voice shakes.
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