Erebus - On Love
Is this written in the POV of the character? Yes
What is Love to You?
Section titled “What is Love to You?”Love is… intense. Akin to a drug one can’t get enough of. It clogs your every senses until all that’s left is pure, unadulterated, joy. All from seeing those who you care about simply exist.
That seems to be what they gathered so far. In truth, love is an emotion they never could place. It’s a feeling that seems to be a human construct; a series of happenings that humans put to name. For what animal that isn’t human mates and call it love?
In a way, it is an absurd notion. One that exist to make things exclusive. To classify certain actions as one tinged in meaning. It’s utterly subjective, at the end of the day, and what he spouts is one such definitions.
How You are when in Love
Section titled “How You are when in Love”It’s a rather bold assumption to think I’ve fallen in love before.
Habits
Section titled “Habits”Hmm? What is there to say?
Ask Game
Section titled “Ask Game”Between Your Family and Your Lover, Who Would You Choose?
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Oh? But what if there’s no one to choose from? Would my answer still hold any merit?
Between You and Your Lover, Who Would You Choose?
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Under the assumption my lover doesn’t exist, then I would choose myself, of course. Oh, but if they do exist, then what would entail if I were to choose them over myself?
A Gun on Their Hand, Pointed at Their beloved.
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He cannot help but laugh, really. To think that such a scene would come to be; a dance with death is something one could hardly miss.
The quiver of their body in his arms as the obsidian puzzle aims square at their temple. The bobbing of their Adam’s apple as their arms move in fear. Oh, he expected them to struggle, alright. Such is the nature of an encounter such as this.
The alleyway is truly not the best place for such dramatic scene. With nary a sound and no light to see, it makes for the perfect place to keep a secret. But that’s not what he wishes, really. Such spectacle deserves some modicum of limelight. An enraptured audience at the edges of their seat, itching to see some gruesome action.
But then again, it’s likely for the best there exist no spectators, really. It’s not as though he’ll get the reactions he wants out of them. Not when the gun feels all so real to him, when the face of distress would only affirm the terror of the situation.
Or maybe it just makes for a realistic production. Surely everyone would be impressed by such flawless acting. The captor and captive, fulfilling both roles to the best they could, immersing the audience completely and beautifully.
“What are you waiting for, E?” a tut comes from behind him. “You’re a dick, ain’t ‘cha?” Oh, silly him. There was another actor on the scene he have long since tuned out.
“My apologies. I was just musing about how needlessly dramatic this whole production is,” he chimes, yellow eyes locked into his partner’s glassy irises. They’re still struggling under his grip of course; that’s to be expected.
“Bah! You’re musing’s getting in the way. Chop chop. We don’t got all day.”
“Patience is a virtue, good sir, but of course. Say, let us hear our target’s final words, hm?”
His partner only wrestles harder, and the gun is pushed harder. A soft hush left his lips before he dove in for a kiss. A small peck on the lips as his eyes crinkle with mirth.
“Good night, mio sole.”
And as their eyes shut, the revolver swerves. The trigger is pulled, and a man falls.