P O L L U T E D S O U L.

@secondthorned

He hadn’t really been paying much attention to the Rosen family as they’d made their entrance…he was too preoccupied with chasing the skirts of a few women he knew here. These gatherings were tedious otherwise, so he didn’t see the harm if it meant he actually showed his face.

It was with this pursuit that he entertained himself for the best part of the evening, before eventually retiring to a balcony to get some fresh air…and a cigarette. Once the stick of tobacco was alight, he drew in a lungful of smoke and exhaled it with a lengthy sigh.

It was only then that he took it upon himself to look across at the other person that occupied the balcony, a man he recognised with relative ease - and a wry smirk came to his lips.

On his knees, he had found himself at the mercy of the person who had once been the lamb beneath his own axe.

Regardless of who came out on top, of who won this fight, James had long since come to terms with the fact that it would end with one of them laying lifeless on the cold marble floor of the palace they had both so fervently ruled from.

By the looks of things...it seemed as though it might be him. A crushing reality for a man with such vast and unfulfilled ambitions, but then again, death had always been a reasonably tempting alternative - the thrill of having it all and the devastation of losing it weren’t that dissimilar, after all. For once, he was calm and seemingly content as he leant into the blade pressed against his throat.

“Do it...” He mumbled quietly, a hand encasing hers almost tenderly as a smile tainted with a peculiar warmth took to his usually viscious lips, his own emerald gaze staring right back with no less feeling than she offered him. If he was going to die, he could at least have his fun and leave one last and resounding blow, a horrible memory that she may call late at night when there was nothing but the darkness to accompany her.  “Do it slowly...make it painful...if you’re merciless enough, you can be just like me, Hisui~. A murderess, in cold blood, taking delight in the kill. And then, one day, when your pitiful little life comes to an end...we can finally meet again with the Devil as our witness. What could be better..?”

His grip tightened, and he drew the sharp edge against him hard enough to feel it pierce his skin. James’ body would not allow him any further, his muscles tense against the searing pain, but he could still manage to offer her one final, crazed grin. 

can't believe i haven't liked this on Thea?? ( @inhandsthatheal )