Note: I have no excuses for #46, enjoy.
Warnings: Knifeplay (Not Of The Sexy Kind), Confessions Of Attempted Murder.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
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#46| Movie
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It was straight out of a movie, Tsuna thought, one of his hands tightly gripping a knife as he straddled his husband of seven years, while the other pinned down the hand in which his husband clutched a needle.
"It would have been quick," Enma murmured as he tugged at his empty hand, which was securely bound to the bed's frame, "You would have easily slipped into deep sleep from which you'd never wake. It would preserve your form. No bruises, no wounds, no blood. Perfectly posed. You would look enchanting, my angel."
Tsuna chuckled as he brought the knife closer to Enma's face, trailing the blade against his cheek without breaking the skin, "And the blood would go so well with your hair and eyes."
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#47| Tribute
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Enma mechanically took off her old clothes and wore the priestess robes prepared for her, all the while feeling numb.
It was her turn, the Selection fell on her and she was to be sacrificed like others before her, given to the Sky Goddess as tribute, to dedicate her life in servitude to the Goddess.
After she finished getting ready, she left for the inner chamber of the Sky Temple, the path lit by flames that burst into existence just to lead her before fading away after she moved forward.
The Goddess was waiting for her in the chamber, perched in the middle like a doll, features flawless, glowing amber eyes breath-taking, thick brown hair tumbling down to the floor. If it wasn't for the eyes, Enma would not have been able to tell that this was the goddess.
The Goddess snapped her head up, and the moment Enma's eyes locked with the Goddess', Enma was sucked into the Goddess' presence and fire burned through her veins.
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