"Familiar Taste of Poison"
(A one shot featuring an OC and his thoughts on a possibly failing relationship. Inspired by Halestorm's song with the same title.)
Was it over?
Should it be?
He was unsure. He had tried, and all he wanted was her. But she didn't seem to want just him.
He wanted to think he made her happy, but what if he just wasn't enough?
Even now, with her carrying his child... At least, he assumed it was. He hoped so.
With her traipsing around so much with that shady character, who knew what they did when they were out doing whatever it was they did.
Could a lich even sire a child?
Then again, he had seen so much he hadn't thought possible, it would not be outside the realm of possibility, he assumed.
But... He wanted this to work.
Did she?
No matter how he tried to help her see she was more than what she saw herself, she always fell back to her old self.
She was more than just an assassin, just a vampire, just a killer.
She could care, she cared for her kids, she was a good mother despite her actions. All she ever did was for their benefit, even if it didn't seem like it at the time.
Was that what was happening now?
No...couldn't be.
She wouldn't even shed a tear were he to pass, he had heard her say so.
But he would were the roles reversed. Why? Why did he care so much for this tiny little woman who didn't seem to care how her actions affected him?
Had she lied? To herself, to him?
Had he been a fool to try so hard?
He should have known better...
Third times the charm, he'd thought. Now he only felt like he had gotten his hopes up, only to have them dashed to pieces, again.
He should just end it, walk away.
But...he couldn't. He was too attached. And now, with the child he hoped was his in her womb, he wouldn't just abandon them.
He would stay...if only for that reason.
Even if only to ensure his own blood survived to be born.
After that...she could do what she wanted.
He could take the kid, stay with his parents for a time until he could build a home.
But...a tiny little part of him was concerned.
That was her child too, what if she fought him for it?
And even if she didn't, what if all it did was serve as a reminder of what was lost?
Would he resent the child for consequences it had no part or action in?
Why was everything so hard and confusing?
Why did emotions have to always cloud thinking?
Why must the heart and mind always be at odds with each other, why could they never agree on anything?
Should he try, one last time?
Or spare any further pain and simply drop it?
He was unsure.
Even the ring in his pocket felt so heavy despite its small size.
The ring he'd hoped to use to propose... Now he had no clue what to do with it.
Why had he picked it back up? He should have just left it there, to be lost and forgotten.
Perhaps...
No...
Maybe...
The man merely shook his head and heaved a deep sigh.
Gods...
Please, he needed an answer, a sign...what should he do?
He felt lost, he felt sad, he felt angry, he was confused.
What should he do...