you can always find me here// Bette vs Temple// Day 7
Dec 15, 2018 23:07:30 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Dec 15, 2018 23:07:30 GMT -5
BETTE SUBLINO
"I'm ready."
They rush each other, knives digging into flesh as they collide. When they emerge from the other side, they can feel the life dripping from them, drop after drop. Bette breathes deeply, footsteps heavier. She steadies herself on a branch, leans against a trunk. She can feel Death waiting at their doorstep, palms open. Waiting.
She hates this. And as much as she doesn't want to open the door, she knows Temple's just as eager to keep it closed.
They all deserve to keep that door locked, bolted, welded shut. An obscure death, she had said all those days ago, was better than this. Murder in an open feed, no one lifting a finger, no one doing anything but watching. Millions of eyes staring at them, waiting to see who could perish instead of themselves. Who could perish for them to laugh about, savoring a glass of wine. It makes her stomach churn.
Let them die in obscurity, placed among the rest; dust, to dust, to dust.
She looks back at Temple, leaning against the branch opposite. She smiles - warm caramel and toffee left to melt on the tongue - and Bette smiles back, eyes wet, apologies in her gaze. She'd asked - no - told Temple to kill her right, or not kill her at all. She hopes when this is over, that when a cannon rings in the ether, in this moment she'd made the right decision.
"Temple?" she asks. She stands one more time, knife at her side.
"Let's finish this."
They rush each other, knives digging into flesh as they collide. When they emerge from the other side, they can feel the life dripping from them, drop after drop. Bette breathes deeply, footsteps heavier. She steadies herself on a branch, leans against a trunk. She can feel Death waiting at their doorstep, palms open. Waiting.
She hates this. And as much as she doesn't want to open the door, she knows Temple's just as eager to keep it closed.
They all deserve to keep that door locked, bolted, welded shut. An obscure death, she had said all those days ago, was better than this. Murder in an open feed, no one lifting a finger, no one doing anything but watching. Millions of eyes staring at them, waiting to see who could perish instead of themselves. Who could perish for them to laugh about, savoring a glass of wine. It makes her stomach churn.
Let them die in obscurity, placed among the rest; dust, to dust, to dust.
She looks back at Temple, leaning against the branch opposite. She smiles - warm caramel and toffee left to melt on the tongue - and Bette smiles back, eyes wet, apologies in her gaze. She'd asked - no - told Temple to kill her right, or not kill her at all. She hopes when this is over, that when a cannon rings in the ether, in this moment she'd made the right decision.
"Temple?" she asks. She stands one more time, knife at her side.
"Let's finish this."
[attacks Temple; knife]
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