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“I lied when I said I didn’t love you anymore. I just didn’t know if you could stand to love me after I told you how I felt about Sam. I don’t love you the way I love her, but I did at one point. I know I did. Because when you marked me I honestly saw myself spending eternity with you. I don’t know where I went wrong, but I regret it so much… I miss you Nihlus.”
“Agh, Spirits—!“ He dropped his gun in shock, roughly grasping hand to survey the damage. A clean cut through his gloves, though certainly not shallow, likely cutting a vein; the large amount of blood pushing itself through the wound was proof enough. Though his mind should have immediately shifted into survival mode, he couldn’t help but mentally reprimand himself. You are weak. Twice, twice you’ve let your guard down and twice you will suffer for it.
His train of thought was abrupty interrupted as Juliette shifted to third-person speech. Odd. Aside from the obvious, something was very wrong here. “You.. But… What are you…?!”
”What am I?“ She laughed, a high pitched sound that sound more like a cry than an actual laugh. Sliding around to his back she brushed her hand across his shoulder like she had a long time ago. ”I’m the very thing she hated becoming. The monster she heard in the back of her mind.“
Hissing, she dragged the tip of the knife across the back of his head beneath his fringe. Giggling insanely, she pulled away and crooned, ”You mean she never told you about me? She must have really hated you.“
Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.
“Nihlus…
I just wanted to say I’m sorry… I never meant to hurt you. Never meant for any of it to really happen.
When we spent the week in the apartment together right after you marked me, I honestly thought that we’d be together, and that we’d be happy. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend the rest of my life with you.
I still love you. Not in the way you want… And not in the way I love Sam. But I do still love you.
Without thinking Juliette’s hand rose to the bondmark permanently set in the skin on her shoulder. A soft smile stretched across her face as she remembered the time they had spent together. “What we had was amazing… I’m sorry that I broke your heart. Some nights I really miss you. But… I didn’t love you the way you wanted me to. And I’m sorry.”
It suddenly hit him—he was in danger; one quick glance into those cold, green eyes was all it took. He could feel the bite of the blade cutting through the cloth of his civvies, slightly piercing his plates; nothing another step back couldn’t fix, and he did just that. In a flash, he pulled out his sidearm, aiming directly at her with shaky hands.
“I don’t need you to tell me why,“ the Spectre answered harshly, finger twitching on the trigger. ”I had it right the first time. I move faster on my own; if I had not let you come so close, you would be dead five minutes ago.“ He was so weak, unable to even fire a warning shot at her.
How pathetic you have become, Nihlus Kryik.
A snarl of rage spread across her face as he stepped away. She would make him suffer for every step he took away from her. Tensing, she ready herself to leap at him when he brought the gun up. Anger exploded within her as she listened in frustrated silence to his speech. She waited for the bullet to go through her, her eyes narrowing in confusion and hope when he did nothing. Glaring up at him from beneath furrowed brows, she slid into her tactical cloak, an old habit she had from their time together.
"Would I?” Juliette crooned as she stepped to his side and slide the knife over the hand holding onto his gun. “Or is that just what you want to believe? Is there some part of you that still wishes that she still cared? Because she doesn’t. She stopped caring so very long ago. I should know. I was there in her mind even then.”
She was right. She was right. She is right. Not her, not Saren, certainly not his parents; who could love him? His gaze shifting behind him as he took another step backwards. It quickly returned though, noting her twisted sneer, the blood trickling down her neck. It stung, more than that knife ever could; the similarities to that fateful day were too painful to bear. She promised him that she’d love him forever, and he remembered the sincerity in her smile, the soft chuckle she used to hide the pain from the lightly bleeding bite. To know that this meant nothing to her…
“No one.”
“Exactly.” She hissed, her fingers hooking into claws as she stepped closer. Glee threatened to burst out of her as she reached behind her back and pulled out another knife. This one had a longer, thinner blade that had been carefully sharpened over several days. Pressing the tip against his chest she smiled, her teeth bared in excitement. This was wrong. For a moment the happiness and excitement died away to be replaced by cold fear. But within a few heartbeats the fear had melted away and the voices were once more in control.
Juliette brought her hand up to her collar and pulled the material down to reveal the bondmark on her shoulder. “And how could you do this to me?” She snarled, her voice turning deadly cold as she brought the knife up with her other hand. Digging the tip of the knife into the bondmark, she started dragging to sharp edge through her skin in a slow circle until the teeth marks were buried under a new cut.
“How could you ever think that I’d love someone like you,” she hissed. The knife dropping to the ground and spraying blood everywhere. “I belong to no one. Especially not some lovesick fool. Next time I see you, I’m going to murder you. You are worthless and disgusting.”
The doctors had said she had forgotten how to love, how to look someone in the face and honestly care. She believed differently. The voices told her to, so it must be true. “GET OUT!” She screamed, her words tearing free from her throat.
Character in general: Jenna is such a dork and I love her so much. However, Nihlus is such a fucking loser and I just ughn. So amazing. How they play them: As much as you don’t think you do a good job, I love them both so much and you’re such a great roleplayer. I love them both so much. The Mun: One of my best friends, and a total dork. You’ve been there for me through a lot, and I don’t think I’ve meet someone like you.
Do I:
RP with them: I’ve rped with you over Skype, though our tubmlr stuff has been rather limited. I loved every moment of it all though. Want to RP with them: ✿◕‿◕✿
What is my;
Overall Opinion: An amazing Shepard, and one of the best people out there. If you’re not following her, you really need to.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
As he heard the woman claiming to be his mate enter, he broke his gaze away from the window, and if turians could furrow their brows, he most certainly would.
Time and time again she tried to explain but he just couldn’t remember. At first, he thought she was insane… But everyone else believed her too, and that could not have been a coincidence.
He listened in silence to her story, his eyelids lowering. He felt… Bad. Bad that he couldn’t remember, even though, logically, it made no sense; he had always been a bit of a loner, why should he care that this relationship with a person he doesn’t even know is in danger.
When she revealed the mark, his eyes widened in shock. He’d never marked anyone before but he knew it was his. He knew it. In the pit of his stomach, unease and nausea overcame him. What does he do? He can’t just pretend to know who she was; he’d only be hurting the both of them more.
“I… That’s not… I wouldn’t…“ He stammered, confused, upset. ”I… I am so sorry, Commander, but I do not.”
She lowered her eyes when he confirmed what she had already known. He didn’t remember. She wasn’t sure which hurt more. Knowing that no matter what she told him he wouldn’t remember, or losing him.
“It’s okay.” Juliette whispered pushing herself off of the window sill. It really wasn’t though. Tears burned the corners of her eyes, and she had to bite the inside of her lip to hold back the sobs welling up in her chest.
“I guess I-I had better… go.” She hurried towards the door, the tears finally falling as she passed him. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”
