[His eyes are dark and heavy as she approaches. That same familiar pulls stirs in him, remembering how it felt to touch her in his office and feel her heart beat beneath his palm. He could remember the sight of her, bare and confident in her desires. It had been disconcerting at the time, her power outweighing her beauty and the clear deadliness of her wasn't forgotten.
Only now, he isn't afraid. He welcomes that fire and light, needing to feed on something, to find the power inside himself that had been dormant under the weight of fatigue and burden. He had been a king, now he was nothing more than fodder in the war against the dead.
He didn't want to be empty, he didn't want to be and feel nothing.]
First we need to live.
[A gruff, simple statement. They died, but they didn't have to be dead.]
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Only now, he isn't afraid. He welcomes that fire and light, needing to feed on something, to find the power inside himself that had been dormant under the weight of fatigue and burden. He had been a king, now he was nothing more than fodder in the war against the dead.
He didn't want to be empty, he didn't want to be and feel nothing.]
First we need to live.
[A gruff, simple statement. They died, but they didn't have to be dead.]