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Teárlach felt the warm blood soaking his hair, running down his neck and pooling in the collar of his black tunic.
But the knowledge that his brother felt an incomprehensible rage that could hardly be put into words filled the younger elf with deep satisfaction.
Just a little bit more until I get him where he needs to be, Teárlach thought and returned his brother's furious gaze emotionlessly.
“I swear, I am going to fucking kill you, Teárlach,” Trálír pressed through clenched teeth and the elf not only felt the merciless grip around his neck that almost, but only almost, took his breath away but also the tip of a dagger. Astonished, he realized that Trálír had probably still been able to reach for the bringer of mercy during this emotional outburst and was now pressing it into the hollow between his chin and larynx.
“If you have even touched her, I'll skin you alive.”
The tip of the dagger broke through Teárlach's skin and he felt a thin stream of blood slide down his throat.
But he was careful not to say a word, for he didn’t have his brother at the point he wanted him to be yet.
"Did you touch her, Teárlach? Did you ... what did you do to her?” Trálír wanted to know, his blue-green eyes looking baleful.
“TELL ME!”
Teárlach cleared his throat slowly, his gaze firmly fixed in the eyes of his brother's, a smile spread across his face and he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. He felt Trálír's hand trembling as it held the dagger. The next words were not true, he knew that, unlike his brother, who had no idea that they were only spoken with the intention of driving Trálír to the brink of madness. Although Teárlach remembered that this was exactly what he had intended to do with the healer before those damned brats had appeared.
“Do you want to know if I fucked her?” Teárlach grinned coldly. "Do you want to know where I touched her? What secrets I was able to coax out of her? Or are you interested in how her body shook under mine while my fingers enjoyed sliding between her thighs before she lost herself in pleasure as I fucked her. Hard. And twice."
The cry that burst from Trálír's throat sounded like a howl of pain. He dropped the dagger and struck Teárlach.
Not once, not twice, he completely lost his temper, punched him, felt his younger brother's nose break as well as his cheekbone, the blood gushing out of him and the skin bursting under his fists. Only when Teárlach's legs gave way and he sank to the ground did Trálír stop. Breathing heavily, he stood over his brother, his hands wet with the younger elf's blood, unable to grasp a clear thought. Everything inside him resembled a single color ... blood red.
The hatred in him shot through every fiber of his body, burning hot inside him and the desire to tear the elf, his brother from the same blood into pieces was so powerful that Trálír and the last remnants of his consciousness fought desperately against it.
But something inside him hungered to crush his fingers into his brother's flesh, to tear the skin to shreds, to bathe in his blood. This hatred in Trálír, this irrepressible rage, this desire for blood wanted to be sated.
“Aaaah, there it is,” Trálír heard his younger brother whisper and looked down at him. His face shone with joy, the blood blistering his lips as the words left his throat.
"Isn't it a beautiful feeling, Trálír? The Hate? This desire for blood and suffering? The pleasure and satisfaction it can give you when you give in to it?"
Teárlach's whispered words were like poison and Trálír slapped his hands in front of his face, trying to regain control. Over himself and ... and the dark inside him, hidden for so many decades.
"I knew it. I knew it all the time. You have it, too. This dark longing for more, the shadows inside you, just waiting to step into the light."
His laugh sounded like a maniac.
"This is a moment to celebrate, Trálír! The curse of our family is also in your blood." Teárlach straightened up with a heavy groan, his face contorted in pain and then sank against the stone wall, grinning to prevent his legs from giving way, but his amber eyes sparkled with excitement.
"And now imagine what we would both be capable of if we gave in to this urge. No one could or would stand in our way, we could rule the world, Trálír. And you would be able to make your wife queen. Your lawfully wedded wife. Isn't that what you want, what you've been dreaming of all this time?"
Teárlach's words sounded oh so seductive in Trálír's mind, the desire to have Anwyn by his side for all time was the greatest wish he had.
Why shouldn't he do this? To make use of the power that dwelt within him? He and his younger brother could take anything, there would be no limits, no obstacles, no one would stop him. Everything was open to him, a completely new future for himself and for Anwyn, if only he would give in.
If Trálír would give in to the desire that pulsed so fiercely within him and that obviously demanded its right.
“Give in, Trálír, don't fight it,” whispered Teárlach. "Make a decision. All these years, the dark in our blood has been waiting for this moment."
Trálír took his hands away from his face, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, and Teárlach saw the inner battle he was fighting with himself.
"Give in, brother. Make your decision,” he breathed, his deep voice, his words sounding so seductive to Trálír. “Make your decision for Anwyn.”
Trálír closed his eyes and the image of Anwyn appeared before his inner eye. The first thing he saw were her big, trusting eyes. Her gaze that always saw the good in people, her love of life and her dedication to healing.
He remembered the many moments they had spent together, the words they had exchanged, the wishes, desires and also fears they had confessed to each other. And Trálír knew with absolute certainty that he would lose Anwyn if he took the path that Teárlach had so seductively described to him. If he made the decision for the dark desire within him.
Anwyn would never follow that path.
Having her by his side would only be possible if Trálír forced her to walk this dark path with him.
It would lead to nothing but physical and mental violence, manipulation, lies and a broken heart.
Anwyn's heart, her soul lying on the floor in front of him, shattered into numerous pieces.
Trálír slowly opened his eyes and looked at his brother leaning against the wall in front of him. An expectant expression glowed in his amber eyes and it pained Trálír to see it because it reminded him of the many moments in their childhood when his younger brother looked up at him, abused and humiliated, with the same expectant look while he hoped that Trálír would help him, stand up for him.
And the older high elf felt the immense pain inside him as he realized that he would disappoint Teárlach again. Yet another moment in which he would decide against him, breaking the bond between them even more.
But he would not go down this path of hatred and blood. Yes, he would choose Anwyn, but not in the way Teárlach would expect.
He did not know if he would ever find a way to spend his life with the human woman he loved so much. He himself, Trálír, would do everything he could to always be by her side, to love her and treat her like his wife in all the time they would have together. Perhaps it would be possible for him to marry her in secret? Maybe one day he would find the courage to stand up to his father, to insist that he could make Anwyn his wife as a condition of becoming ruler of the Blackwater Lands. He would do everything for Anwyn, try everything he could, but he would not tread the path Teárlach was already on.
Shaking his head slowly, Trálír looked at his younger brother and noticed that his gaze darkened. For a brief moment, less than a breath, he saw the deep disappointment on his face before it disappeared again and a mixture of bitterness and coldness could be read in his eyes.
“No,” said Trálír. His voice was powerful, for he had made his decision. “I will not go that way, Teárlach.”
His younger brother scoffed.
“As if I should have expected anything else from you,” he said more to himself than to his older brother. He pushed himself away from the cold stone wall with his palms so that they were standing directly opposite each other.
“Well, so be it.” Teárlach's voice was so icy cold that it sent shivers down Trálír's spine.
The younger elf turned away, walked only a few steps and then stopped again. Teárlach neither looked over his shoulder nor turned to his older brother, but his words were addressed directly to Trálír.
“There will be a moment in your future when you will regret not having made this decision.”
Trálír raised an eyebrow and the look in his stormy blue-green eyes burned into his younger brother's back.
“Are you threatening me?” the high elf asked into the dim room and heard Teárlach laugh softly.
“No,” he replied and walked towards the door. “As if I would ever want to threaten you.”
Teárlach reached for the lock on the door, opened it and stepped out into the darkness.
At least not yet, he thought with hatred filled with bitterness in his heart.
Teárlach felt the warm blood soaking his hair, running down his neck and pooling in the collar of his black tunic.
But the knowledge that his brother felt an incomprehensible rage that could hardly be put into words filled the younger elf with deep satisfaction.
Just a little bit more until I get him where he needs to be, Teárlach thought and returned his brother's furious gaze emotionlessly.
“I swear, I am going to fucking kill you, Teárlach,” Trálír pressed through clenched teeth and the elf not only felt the merciless grip around his neck that almost, but only almost, took his breath away but also the tip of a dagger. Astonished, he realized that Trálír had probably still been able to reach for the bringer of mercy during this emotional outburst and was now pressing it into the hollow between his chin and larynx.
“If you have even touched her, I'll skin you alive.”
The tip of the dagger broke through Teárlach's skin and he felt a thin stream of blood slide down his throat.
But he was careful not to say a word, for he didn’t have his brother at the point he wanted him to be yet.
"Did you touch her, Teárlach? Did you ... what did you do to her?” Trálír wanted to know, his blue-green eyes looking baleful.
“TELL ME!”
Teárlach cleared his throat slowly, his gaze firmly fixed in the eyes of his brother's, a smile spread across his face and he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. He felt Trálír's hand trembling as it held the dagger. The next words were not true, he knew that, unlike his brother, who had no idea that they were only spoken with the intention of driving Trálír to the brink of madness. Although Teárlach remembered that this was exactly what he had intended to do with the healer before those damned brats had appeared.
“Do you want to know if I fucked her?” Teárlach grinned coldly. "Do you want to know where I touched her? What secrets I was able to coax out of her? Or are you interested in how her body shook under mine while my fingers enjoyed sliding between her thighs before she lost herself in pleasure as I fucked her. Hard. And twice."
The cry that burst from Trálír's throat sounded like a howl of pain. He dropped the dagger and struck Teárlach.
Not once, not twice, he completely lost his temper, punched him, felt his younger brother's nose break as well as his cheekbone, the blood gushing out of him and the skin bursting under his fists. Only when Teárlach's legs gave way and he sank to the ground did Trálír stop. Breathing heavily, he stood over his brother, his hands wet with the younger elf's blood, unable to grasp a clear thought. Everything inside him resembled a single color ... blood red.
The hatred in him shot through every fiber of his body, burning hot inside him and the desire to tear the elf, his brother from the same blood into pieces was so powerful that Trálír and the last remnants of his consciousness fought desperately against it.
But something inside him hungered to crush his fingers into his brother's flesh, to tear the skin to shreds, to bathe in his blood. This hatred in Trálír, this irrepressible rage, this desire for blood wanted to be sated.
“Aaaah, there it is,” Trálír heard his younger brother whisper and looked down at him. His face shone with joy, the blood blistering his lips as the words left his throat.
"Isn't it a beautiful feeling, Trálír? The Hate? This desire for blood and suffering? The pleasure and satisfaction it can give you when you give in to it?"
Teárlach's whispered words were like poison and Trálír slapped his hands in front of his face, trying to regain control. Over himself and ... and the dark inside him, hidden for so many decades.
"I knew it. I knew it all the time. You have it, too. This dark longing for more, the shadows inside you, just waiting to step into the light."
His laugh sounded like a maniac.
"This is a moment to celebrate, Trálír! The curse of our family is also in your blood." Teárlach straightened up with a heavy groan, his face contorted in pain and then sank against the stone wall, grinning to prevent his legs from giving way, but his amber eyes sparkled with excitement.
"And now imagine what we would both be capable of if we gave in to this urge. No one could or would stand in our way, we could rule the world, Trálír. And you would be able to make your wife queen. Your lawfully wedded wife. Isn't that what you want, what you've been dreaming of all this time?"
Teárlach's words sounded oh so seductive in Trálír's mind, the desire to have Anwyn by his side for all time was the greatest wish he had.
Why shouldn't he do this? To make use of the power that dwelt within him? He and his younger brother could take anything, there would be no limits, no obstacles, no one would stop him. Everything was open to him, a completely new future for himself and for Anwyn, if only he would give in.
If Trálír would give in to the desire that pulsed so fiercely within him and that obviously demanded its right.
“Give in, Trálír, don't fight it,” whispered Teárlach. "Make a decision. All these years, the dark in our blood has been waiting for this moment."
Trálír took his hands away from his face, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, and Teárlach saw the inner battle he was fighting with himself.
"Give in, brother. Make your decision,” he breathed, his deep voice, his words sounding so seductive to Trálír. “Make your decision for Anwyn.”
Trálír closed his eyes and the image of Anwyn appeared before his inner eye. The first thing he saw were her big, trusting eyes. Her gaze that always saw the good in people, her love of life and her dedication to healing.
He remembered the many moments they had spent together, the words they had exchanged, the wishes, desires and also fears they had confessed to each other. And Trálír knew with absolute certainty that he would lose Anwyn if he took the path that Teárlach had so seductively described to him. If he made the decision for the dark desire within him.
Anwyn would never follow that path.
Having her by his side would only be possible if Trálír forced her to walk this dark path with him.
It would lead to nothing but physical and mental violence, manipulation, lies and a broken heart.
Anwyn's heart, her soul lying on the floor in front of him, shattered into numerous pieces.
Trálír slowly opened his eyes and looked at his brother leaning against the wall in front of him. An expectant expression glowed in his amber eyes and it pained Trálír to see it because it reminded him of the many moments in their childhood when his younger brother looked up at him, abused and humiliated, with the same expectant look while he hoped that Trálír would help him, stand up for him.
And the older high elf felt the immense pain inside him as he realized that he would disappoint Teárlach again. Yet another moment in which he would decide against him, breaking the bond between them even more.
But he would not go down this path of hatred and blood. Yes, he would choose Anwyn, but not in the way Teárlach would expect.
He did not know if he would ever find a way to spend his life with the human woman he loved so much. He himself, Trálír, would do everything he could to always be by her side, to love her and treat her like his wife in all the time they would have together. Perhaps it would be possible for him to marry her in secret? Maybe one day he would find the courage to stand up to his father, to insist that he could make Anwyn his wife as a condition of becoming ruler of the Blackwater Lands. He would do everything for Anwyn, try everything he could, but he would not tread the path Teárlach was already on.
Shaking his head slowly, Trálír looked at his younger brother and noticed that his gaze darkened. For a brief moment, less than a breath, he saw the deep disappointment on his face before it disappeared again and a mixture of bitterness and coldness could be read in his eyes.
“No,” said Trálír. His voice was powerful, for he had made his decision. “I will not go that way, Teárlach.”
His younger brother scoffed.
“As if I should have expected anything else from you,” he said more to himself than to his older brother. He pushed himself away from the cold stone wall with his palms so that they were standing directly opposite each other.
“Well, so be it.” Teárlach's voice was so icy cold that it sent shivers down Trálír's spine.
The younger elf turned away, walked only a few steps and then stopped again. Teárlach neither looked over his shoulder nor turned to his older brother, but his words were addressed directly to Trálír.
“There will be a moment in your future when you will regret not having made this decision.”
Trálír raised an eyebrow and the look in his stormy blue-green eyes burned into his younger brother's back.
“Are you threatening me?” the high elf asked into the dim room and heard Teárlach laugh softly.
“No,” he replied and walked towards the door. “As if I would ever want to threaten you.”
Teárlach reached for the lock on the door, opened it and stepped out into the darkness.
At least not yet, he thought with hatred filled with bitterness in his heart.
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Date: 2024-12-07 11:36 am (UTC)Natürlich bist du ein guter Mensch. ;D
Jeder normale Mensch hofft drauf dass Tearlach so richtig eins drauf kriegt. XD
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