I gave you a choice. You? Chose us. We didn't choose you. You stayed, you enjoyed it. You left, because it got too hot. [ He stands off of the frame, looking down his nose at her. Her voice raises; any louder and Seth won't hesitate to shove his head in through the door.
Both his hands spread over the arms of the chair, gripping the rests tight. Richie's back curves, cornering her there until she feels as small as she appears.
He angles his head, watching her eyes — they're bright, wide in the night. He wants to swallow her whole and let her fill the gap she's left behind. Let her go, Richard. Not again. ]
Is that what you're going to be, Abigail? Mm? The Chesapeake Ripper's scared little daughter who runs away, because she can't handle the battles she's chosen for herself?
[ His breath is on her face and he could do it, if he wanted to. She wants a way out — why not give it to her? Allow her to see what she's been missing.
Instead, he grabs her by the neck, hand over the scar that keeps her sewn together. He presses his lips to her mouth, opting to steal her soul for himself. ]
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Both his hands spread over the arms of the chair, gripping the rests tight. Richie's back curves, cornering her there until she feels as small as she appears.
He angles his head, watching her eyes — they're bright, wide in the night. He wants to swallow her whole and let her fill the gap she's left behind. Let her go, Richard. Not again. ]
Is that what you're going to be, Abigail? Mm? The Chesapeake Ripper's scared little daughter who runs away, because she can't handle the battles she's chosen for herself?
[ His breath is on her face and he could do it, if he wanted to. She wants a way out — why not give it to her? Allow her to see what she's been missing.
Instead, he grabs her by the neck, hand over the scar that keeps her sewn together. He presses his lips to her mouth, opting to steal her soul for himself. ]