Sharon takes his face between her hands, amusement gleaming in her eyes at the misunderstanding, "I will not kill people on your behalf, no matter how much I'd prefer it to killing you." She would not show love to him in such an awful way. She knows him better than that. She leans up to kiss the tip of his nose.
"I know you asked it for their sake. I'd drag you into my Otherworld to stop you," To say it, though, makes her expression flicker. The last time isn't so easily forgotten. She drops her hands to his shoulders, smoothing a crease in the fabric of his cape as if it were suddenly the most important thing for her fingers to be doing. "Separate you from everyone else."
It's a possibility that's only available if they form a bond, though, or if he's capable in that mental state to send her a warning. Granted, she doesn't know exactly how the Otherworld works in this place.
She finally pulls away from him to busy herself with a cup of tea, more to hide the minute expressions as she speaks and to busy her hands, "I took their children, Mayerling. I took their children and I did to them what their parents did to me. I burned them alive."
Her voice is carefully controlled, chilled despite the subject matter, "And then I gave them back twisted. Mindless and desperate and always searching for someone to help them. But their touch burns," something dark and pleased leaks into her voice there, "They were my first monsters because I wanted their parents to feel even an ounce of what they'd put Dahlia through."
cw; talk of child murder
"I know you asked it for their sake. I'd drag you into my Otherworld to stop you," To say it, though, makes her expression flicker. The last time isn't so easily forgotten. She drops her hands to his shoulders, smoothing a crease in the fabric of his cape as if it were suddenly the most important thing for her fingers to be doing. "Separate you from everyone else."
It's a possibility that's only available if they form a bond, though, or if he's capable in that mental state to send her a warning. Granted, she doesn't know exactly how the Otherworld works in this place.
She finally pulls away from him to busy herself with a cup of tea, more to hide the minute expressions as she speaks and to busy her hands, "I took their children, Mayerling. I took their children and I did to them what their parents did to me. I burned them alive."
Her voice is carefully controlled, chilled despite the subject matter, "And then I gave them back twisted. Mindless and desperate and always searching for someone to help them. But their touch burns," something dark and pleased leaks into her voice there, "They were my first monsters because I wanted their parents to feel even an ounce of what they'd put Dahlia through."