I Didn't Mean To Write A Whole Scene But The Gremlins Were Calling And I Couldn't Resist - Blog Posts

B disarms A, swinging their sword back up and preparing for the final blow. As eyes widen.

A: you wouldn't- no no no. It's me! It is me under the mask!

A lifts off their mask revealing their face as B looks at them with sad eyes.

B: I know.

Bs guard falters and A reaches out toward B

A: you? You knew? Then why have we been fighting this whole time?

Bs grip tightens back up and they press A against a wall. Sword to the throat.

A: oh-

B looks away as their calculated assassin face leaves and they start to cry.

A: oh honey- its okay.

B: I have to kill you, you know.

A: its okay! We can fake it and they will never know. We can run away, live in the woods. Wake up each morning side by side. Doesn't that sound nice?

B: ...you know that you would get bored. You would come back to this life.

A: I won't! I will do it for you!

A reaches out and cups Bs face

B: and yet we both know thats a lie.

B takes As hand and kisses it, looking sweetly down at A.

B: You were always my star. You will always be my star. I love you.

A: I love you too.

A pulls B close into a kiss, B reciprocates and they both lean into it, touch starved and frenzied. Breaking only for air.

as they both breath heavily, B readies their sword and As eyes widen as they tense up.

A: The order of-

B shakes their head and A shuts up.

B: don't let their name taint this moment, love.

A closes their eyes and exhales slowly.

A: I love you.

B puts their lips back on As. A gentle and soft kiss as B brings the sword in with a swift and practiced motion. Causing a quick and painless death.

B: I love you too my star, I love you too.

Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.