[An eye for an eye, is it? No... This is a matter more serious than an exchange of blows, considering what that beating heart represented to Lobelia when he carved it out of Vergilius' heaving chest.
Love is something Lobelia didn't understand until he felt it beating in his palm, and when it swiftly went cold, he worried he might forget what that love felt like. He's more aware of his own heartbeat now than he ever has been, Vergilius' palm settling over him before plunging into his chest, assuring his death. No, no, no. Before that, he has toβ]
Je t'aimeβ Aghβ!
[The pain is searing, blinding, muscles seizing up and blood issuing from his lips. His final breath spills into the open air, relief intermingled with happiness, genuine happiness. La petit mort, truly.
Lobelia's body disappears from beneath Vergilius' body, but this peace isn't meant to last. He reappears again before him, sputtering and coughing, suddenly alive again. Do you feel whole now, Vergie?]
cw gore, death
Love is something Lobelia didn't understand until he felt it beating in his palm, and when it swiftly went cold, he worried he might forget what that love felt like. He's more aware of his own heartbeat now than he ever has been, Vergilius' palm settling over him before plunging into his chest, assuring his death. No, no, no. Before that, he has toβ]
Je t'aimeβ Aghβ!
[The pain is searing, blinding, muscles seizing up and blood issuing from his lips. His final breath spills into the open air, relief intermingled with happiness, genuine happiness. La petit mort, truly.
Lobelia's body disappears from beneath Vergilius' body, but this peace isn't meant to last. He reappears again before him, sputtering and coughing, suddenly alive again. Do you feel whole now, Vergie?]