[ she hates having to look at it. hates having to think about it. she presses her eyes shut against the nauseating thought of doing it once more. but just this last time, and then she will be done with this morbid business. she can do it once more to be done with it forever.
she steels herself, breathes deep, and turns to approach aleksander's prone form. he no longer looks like he might just be sleeping. not with what she has done to him, not with all the blood and the torn flesh.
kneeling down beside him, she reaches for the bone fragments left behind on his abdomen, then hesitates. it feels wrong. to just take and discard him. it feels like she ought to be telling him goodbye, or apologizing, or at least showing some regret that it came to this, even if he had been the one to force the point.
so she leans over him, smoothes her blood-slick hand back over his hair to get it out of his face, and presses the gentlest kiss to his lukewarm forehead. then she takes the bones and leaves him, resolved not to look upon the mess she'd made again. ]
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she steels herself, breathes deep, and turns to approach aleksander's prone form. he no longer looks like he might just be sleeping. not with what she has done to him, not with all the blood and the torn flesh.
kneeling down beside him, she reaches for the bone fragments left behind on his abdomen, then hesitates. it feels wrong. to just take and discard him. it feels like she ought to be telling him goodbye, or apologizing, or at least showing some regret that it came to this, even if he had been the one to force the point.
so she leans over him, smoothes her blood-slick hand back over his hair to get it out of his face, and presses the gentlest kiss to his lukewarm forehead. then she takes the bones and leaves him, resolved not to look upon the mess she'd made again. ]