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Thessaly's drabble-ish ficlet requested by Charis M and edited by Dreadnot.
Personal
She had always fulfilled her threats. Most of the time, she killed because it was her job or for survival, but this was personal.
Thessaly had been waiting and toying with Lyta since the day she escaped from her house, increasing the paranoia to put her in the edge of the hysteria. She had taken too long with her mindgame, seeking for Lyta to taste the ultimate despair as Morpheus did. The funeral and wake came before she accomplished her task and received the kiss of pardon from Dream of the Endless' mouth.
Thessaly awoke and made a call, knowing who was protecting her and aware she could not do anything about it.
"Hello?" She heard her answer, her tone was relieved, almost peaceful. She hated her.
"He might have forgiven you but I will never forget, Hipolyta Hall. Remember that when you close your eyes, I will be watching, I will never let you rest." She hung up the phone before Lyta's response and wiped the tears from her eyes. She had wept while she was sleeping and somehow she could not stop.
Larissa could not take her life but she would take away Lyta's peace as she had been deprived from hers. It was a personal business.