#myonlyprayer

How long had it been?

Too long, she swiftly decided, as her lips shifted to adopt some expression of longing. So long, that she’d almost forgotten the terrible cold that accompanied his form, the power of it making her skin prick. ——Almost.

She would remain unmoved, if only for the moment, relishing the sight of him alone. There was a tingling on her neck, subtle though ever present, where his hands once claimed her as his own. Instinctively, as if reliving the very moment, slender fingers rose to touch the soft flesh.

“My Shadow,” she exhaled. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

On a day that was as typical as any other he lived, filled with madness, with consumption, and with death, he had entertained a terrible thought. It was a thought that had halted his merciless consumption of an outlying town, and had immediately turned him away from his approach. That very thought had made his blood run cold, and left fear, fear surging through his deadened nerves. Yes, that thought had brought him back to life, and had exposed him to mortal concerns.

That had to be dealt with.

Such was what had motivated his return to this woman, and such was what kept him there. He could only smirk all the more at her touch, the tantalizing warmth in her fingers purging the last screaming remnants of his fear. One look at her countenance told him all he needed to know: she was still his. This broken, fallen angel desired death, and had found no better master therein.

"I had left you for so long, long enough for you to crave death."

His announcement was followed by the nightmarish moving, and writhing of his shadows. They danced around her legs, sometimes touching against them, only to add a chill to their affair. This chill was pronounced by Rogue's own shadow covered hand, looking to press flat against her own chest.

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Such arrogance was not something that he was unfamiliar with. His own being was partially due to his arrogance over being the stronger side of that pathetic child. It turned out to be the truth, however, much unlike this woman's proclamation. He allowed for a twitch of his right hand to happen, and just like that, a shadowy mass exuded from his feet. Within moments, it had surrounded her form, not yet touching it, but giving off an uncomfortable chill in the process.