cupio: (v a l e d i c t i o n)
ᴄʟᴀʀʏ "ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ" ғʀᴀʏ ([personal profile] cupio) wrote 2014-09-27 02:03 pm (UTC)

Actually --. [ She wraps her hand around the handle without speaking any further, silent for a few seconds as she tries to sort out her words. The sword feels nothing like the gun and she knows that it sounds stupid when she thinks about it that way. But the way it makes her feel is different. When she grips it, it feels natural.

She doesn't tell him about the one hidden in her locker now. The one with stars along the blade and the sharp edges that belong to the Morgenstern family. She doesn't want to explain how it called to her in the shop she stole it from and how upon realising whose it was, she felt sick. Because she never wants to think of herself as his, as a Morgenstern. So instead she focuses on this blade and on how Sturmhond's been so good to her and here he is giving her another opportunity to better herself.
]

It feels right.

[ She looks up at him, a hesitant smile on her face as she does so. ] Valentine prefers them.

[ An inhale. ] When I kill him, it should be with a sword. [ Because she will. She wants to. He has done nothing but hurt everyone she loves and while she doesn't want to be a murderer, Valentine is less than a person. He is the figure that took her mother and poisoned babies in the womb. He's evil. ]

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