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bound_guillaume (bound_guillaume) wrote in bound_rp,

"She is a god," he murmured. "Of this Earth, but a god, nonetheless."

And she was, in every sense of the word. Creator, destroyer, immortal, capricious and loving in the same breath. No vampire had ever managed the feat that she had, lived for as long as she had.

If that wasn't a god, he didn't know what was.

He looked at her, the way her face was framed by the moonlight, and this close their connection was strong. He saw flashes of that plane ride, of the night they spent in Los Angeles, and considered. Would it? If they left now?

"What would we be," he asked, slowly. "If we did? Would we be who we are now? I'm not wired that way, and neither are you. We stay, and we fight, and once it's over, then and only then do we figure out what we do next."

He smiled at her words, and fished in his pockets for the pack of cigarettes that he kept close these days, fishing one out, and lighting it with a match struck off the arm of his wheelchair. He took a drag, and exhaled slowly, breathing the smoke out into the night sky.

"Something only you can see," he repeated, quietly, and glanced at her. "Any cartoon characters, and I'll use that damn taser on you. But I have been thinking, and I quite like this," he lifted his tattooed arm up, so that the moonlight caught it. "So much so that you can do the other one. If you like."