Kill Me Yourself (slight NSFW)

He had almost laughed, almost.

Of course it was Violet! Who else could it be?

Who else was capable of carrying out such a daunting, merciless task without ever being suspected? Had she not warned him time and time again that she was not to be trusted? Had he not already witness her brilliance in the hidden task? Had he not touched the marks on her skin, made by those whom she refused to speak about? Had he not also fallen wordlessly in love within seconds on laying eyes on her? Did any of it even matter?

Kieren had watched, in slow motion, as she lashed forward, as she killed Andrew Gorev, as she lay claim to her name. Not Violet Zaraa, no, Violet Evanora. Like a true goodness she had placed her foot on his corpse and without a shred of regret announced her guilt. She would kill anyone in her way, and those eyes, they had landed on his.

Aloofness to anyone else, but he knew those eyes, the way the shone in the heigh of passion, the way they crinkled when she laughed, fluttered she was doubting something, narrowed when she was going to slap somebody back into their place. He knew those eyes and despite the fear they were meant to create, the torment they were inflicting into all around them, he saw pain.

He had taken a step forward unsure of his own response, unsure of the appropriate words, carried simply by the pain in the eyes of the woman he loved. He loved her zealously, jealously, and even blindly. He loved her.

But it had all fallen apart, Zen had grabbed his elbow, a simple firm tug that brought with it the weight of the actions Violet had committed. They would kill her, but she had killed, but truly hadn't they all? Hadn't he killed more? Wouldn't he with time, and as King kill countless more?

He had taken a sharp breath in, he was standing still, an almost eerie contrast to the movement and volume in the room. Captains, leaders, messengers, his teammates; all of them shouting in his ear, asking for instructions.

His eyes strayed toward her, even amidst facing deadly enemies from every front she was breathtaking. Violet was taking them apart easily, he watched as she took out Zet and proceeded upstairs. They were no match for her, it would have to be him. His heart stopped momentarily, it had to be him? Kill Violet? A shrill laugh of panic in his head, kill her, no… protect her.

For the second time he took a step forward, only to be stopped again. This time however, it was not a teammate, instead it was one of the messengers that had arrived with Gorev.

The old lady gripped his forearm roughly, she was in her late sixties, short, and had a ghastly pale face with grey shallow skin and her eyes were bulging with a animalistic fire.

"She may have been on your team, but she is the worst of your enemies now. She will destroy everything we have worked for and she MUST be stopped. You will bring her in, alive, we NEED her alive. She will be made an example of what it means to cross the Ruenen and you will personally be the one to kill her when we are through with her."

A terrifying rumble of thunder, not only outside, inside, an outpouring of animosity, an overwhelming aura and everyone who remained in the room fell to their knees for their soon to be King.

Kieren's eyes were alight, blinding blue, empty, cold. He was not focused on the messenger, but on her touch, despite his suffocating aura she had remained standing, her knees shaking. With a swift movement he ripped his forearm out of her grip, her feet gave out and as she tumbled to the ground it was he who gripped her forearm in turn. He lowered his gaze until he was inches from her face and whispered in a dangerous tone, "I will do with her what I wish. I welcome you to try and stop me."

He dropped her and strode forward rage and power leaking out of him as his emotions surged, he approached the stairs unaware of the fear of those who fell to the ground as he approached.

They wanted her dead, everyone wanted her dead, she had, after all killed countless innocent… people. As the future king it was his responsibility to bring her to justice, even if her actions were justified…

But that wasn't the truth, that wasn't what was clouding his gaze, his nails dug into his balled up fists. He was enraged, he hadn't seen it, she had lied and betrayed him…was that even the real reason?

Kieren struggled with his emotions as he neared the door to the armory. It didn't matter, he would bring her in, to him, find out the real reason, he would be a true king, not above the law.

"I will bring you in."

A decision that lasted all of five minutes. Kieren reached the roof as the gale commenced, his unclenches fists showed blood sliding down his palms.

He took one look at her face as she neared the edge and realized it mattered not.

This was the curse and he would not have it any other way.

"Violet."

He had called her name multiple times, each whisper more desperate than the last.

"Violet come here." It was a plea, he could feel his heart straining, his body aching, vision blueing. The blood in his body was boiling and the thunder around them was no longer within his control.

She had shaken her head, jumped off the edge, and he unwilling to be without her followed suit.

— — —

He had gotten ahold of her, or rather Violet had gripped onto his arm as they fell screaming curses and words he could not understand. The same small dagger, a flash of blood then silver, they had disappeared into light much to the horror of every witness from above.

They landed in snow, sinking deep. Violet leapt up in a panic, she could not take him if they were alone and yet faced with the decision to let him fall to his death she had found it impossible.

She had made it a total of three feet before he tackled her back into the snow. Her dagger knocked out of her hands and flung far as one of his weapons appeared in his hand.

Kieren rashly pried open her fingers, placed his weapon in her grasp and wrapped his own palm around it.

Violet flinched, choked back a scream, closed her eyes.

A trickle of blood dripping onto her face, no pain, her hand raised shaking on his dagger.

The blade was pressed against his throat, it was his blood on her face, never had those eyes stared at her with such deadly and terrifying intent, "If you're going to leave me, you'd better kill me yourself. I will die anyway."

Silence.

"What?" An almost inaudible whisper from cold high-strung lips.

He dug the blade deeper in, "it's my downfall Violet, if you leave me, I die."

— — —

They had walked about a mile, Violet in the lead, his dagger still in her hand and ignoring the forty-five mile winded blizzard slicing tiny cuts into their faces, hands, legs.

They had not exchanged words since his confession, Violet had pulled back the dagger rose to her feet, stared at him wordlessly, and began walking.

They were deep in Argentina, the Patagonia mountains, near Mount Fitzroy. The temperature was dropping drastically and visibility was basically zero. How she knew where they were headed, he did not know.

Violet led them effortlessly into a hidden door a few feet beneath some snow and into a cavernous room. Kieren watched as she began undressing, throwing on warmer clothes. It was a sparely decorated safe house, once a cave, reconstructed, stocked with all the necessities. A bed in the far corner, dim lights and no windows, a place to hide, to be, in a hidden corner of the world.

She finally turned to face him, and Kieren who was expecting her anger, her mistrust, to match his own tangled emotions was wholly and unexpectedly thrown for a loop when their eyes met.

She was holding back tears, he took a step forward and she held out her hand to stop him, "Is.. is that what this marking is?"

She held up her wrist, "did you fucking bind your life to mine without even telling?"

"You…" a tear slid down her face, "you… explain!"

Softening eyes, steady breaths, "Yes Violet, I did. That first night we slept together… my rune changing… my life now revolves around your every whim. If you die, I die, if you leave me, I die."

He took several steps forward, until her hand was pressed against his chest, "I'd do it again."

"HOW CAN you." A small sob, he gripped both hands and pulled her in, until their faces were but touching, "I'd do it again Violet, over and over and over. I'd die for you any day."

A kiss unlike any other; feral, angry, passionate. Hands reaching for scorching skin, tearing apart clothes. Kieren bit down on warm slightly chapped lips drawing blood only to suck on them anxiously.

Violet's arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, desperately seeking to melt into his warmth. A groan from his throat, another ferocious kiss and teeth against her neck.

Kieren had picked her up and as they neared the bed Violet became slightly aware of just how hard he was. She was placed down, not that gently, but strong hands gripped her thighs just as ardently He hovered over her, a dark and lustful undercurrent to his gaze, "last change to back out?"

A challenge in kind, soft palm pressed against his erection, "fuck me."