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[A currently female Wingy is laying on the floor, head clutched in her hands. No screaming, no talking, just laying there with her eyes squeezed shut. Her wings are flapping uselessly against her back as she curls up.]

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Enough people have died for Van's twisted ideals. Now that he's dead, there shouldn't be such casualties. Not from his insane ideals.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

... he's not dead in my world.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

This shouldn't be.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... this shouldn't...

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'll finish things if I ever get home.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I listened for fifty years to your voice before even that faded... you shouldn't...

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

My voice?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... my Luke.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Right...

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... [leaves a tiny kiss on her forehead]

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[slowly lets her go]

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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Don't say such things.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Right, sorry...

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... may I?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Mm?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[puts a finger on her pulse]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Okay.

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[cups the back of her head, lowering his fangs to her neck]

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[pierces her neck just enough to let blood flow, then laps at the wounds]

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[keeps drinking, holding her close]