>>5144789It’s over. You can see it in Edwin’s eyes, feel it in your trichambered reptile heart… But you can’t leave it, not just like that.
“Edwin…”
You reach out, touching his face gently, and his expression melts a little. It might be the glamour and nothing more—it MIGHT be—but you hope that part of it is real.
“I’ll take my thingss and go,” you say. “But can I… Kiss you, jusst oncce more?”
“Ismena…”
“Izzy,” you correct him gently. “Call me Izzy.”
One kiss becomes another, becomes an embrace… Becomes more. Every ounce of passion, of emotion, that this man has inspired in you, you endeavour to return to him twofold. You move madly against him, atop him, like you are going off to war—in many ways, you are. You kiss him like you’ll never see him again, because perhaps you won’t.
>20He is helpless to resist—and that, you know, is more than mere glamour. The magic amplifies and reciprocates you feelings, guide you both to greater heights than ever before. You’ve fucked and been fucked, but for the first time you think you fully understand the distinction between those couplings and what humans euphemistically call ‘making love’. It’s more than just a turn of phrase—you feel the difference. This, this is real.
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It serves its strategic purpose well enough… But the cuddling, the holding Edwin tight and feeling his warmth, listening to his breathing and his heart… That’s just for you, a memory to remember him by.
“Izzy…”
You shake you head, smiling sadly, and motion for him to say no more.
“I udnersstand,” you tell him. “Jusst know that I would tell you more if I could.”
Edwin just looks at you, his already weak resolve compromised to the point of breaking. He clings loosely to your hand as you stand and step away. He wants to call you back to bed—you can feel it, sense it. He doesn’t want you to leave…
But he can’t bear for you to stay, either. Not if you’re killing people, attacking the heart of the city. Not after all you kept from him, and all you finally told him.
“Maybe sssomeday,” you say, not knowing if it’s a vain hope. “Be ssafe, Edwin.”
And then, before either of you can say anything else, you don your cloak and depart.
