Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu
"You, trying to produce a human sacrifice."
His laughter was a slap to the face.
"Pathetic, really."
Another slap.
"You have to love them, Rue. Really love them. As I love you & all your miserable self."
He was brushing her hair softly, a cruel smirk twisting his angelic features as her hands clenched & unclenched. He leaned down to whisper in her ear,
"Love them all, each and everyone as if they were your life. Then you may offer them up to sacrifice. But you are only you, Rue, unable to think of someone else. Only able to think
of yourself. What you need. What you want. Your heart is nothing but a black hole of selfish want. A lovely heart for all it's ugliness, an ugliness that only a father & I could love. "
Her heart...
That stupid quivering thing in her chest that keep telling her that this isn't her love, not her prince. Not that beautiful dancing Angel with the honey-golden eyes &
the sweet gentle touch. Just a shadow, with eyes stained red with her father's blood.
Her Heart...
That stupid quivering thing that wouldn't let her make a sacrifice of the one person she could ensnare. The boy with dark hair & bronze skin. The boy with an anger
management issue & those distrusting eyes. The boy who had succumbed to her in the middle of a cold, bleary night. A boy, if she could indeed make a sacrifice out of, with
whom her heart felt a longing for. A feeling for. A stirring of…..