~Sweet lie~
She was taught never to lie.
Lies were honeyed words that fell from devils tongues meant to lead astray and harm.
But this...
"When the time comes, I want you to do it."
It hadn't been a lie then, not with his dark eyes so intent in her own. Trusting. Yes. It was strange to think so, but yes, the frigid shell of an ex hunter/man had opened up a part of himself to her. And now...
She wanted to live.
She clasped her hands to her ears to block out the voices in her mind.
Screaming.
Crying.
Demanding she become what they want.
A witch.
~*~
"Robin." His familiar voice, one in the many sea, drowns out the rest, pulling her back into reality. "Yes, Amon?" she answers quietly, her face a mask of placid calmness never reflecting the torment within.
~Finis~
Note: poor Robin. I wonder if it makes sense? I tried to portray it as if she was slowly losing her mind--his task being to kill her first before that happened being put to the test by her realization that she wanted to live-? I'm rambling. -.- sorry. But really this could almost be considered a prequel to the previous drabble (Smoke)
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