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"I thought I could trust you," Lucixiur spat with a tone cooler than the depths of despondence.
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"I- You can, Luci-" Leviath stammered, voice soft and broken, the green circle gemstone at his throat glimmering in the dim light.
"No, I don't want to hear it," Lucixiur snapped, eyes cold and harsh and sharp. "You clearly don't give a fuck about me, not if you're doing this to me."
"Luci, I'm not doing anything to you-" Leviath spoke again, and promptly found the air knocked from his silk covered chest as he was shoved against the wall.
Lucixiur looked down at him, eyes glittering hard and narrowed like sharpened topaz. Leviath's own, uncovered eyes widened in shock.
"I said," the Prince of Pride hissed, low and cold and angry. "I don't want to hear it."
