[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
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Date: 2024-09-11 07:41 pm (UTC)[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
I'm tired, Reverence.
Tired of dreading this.