《Slowtown [t.r]》past x

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going to take what? i splutter out later that night.

we're in your room and a fire heats the bottom of many cauldrons.

you're in more casual clothes, a button down and slacks and my eyes linger longer than they should.

the draught of living death is the closest thing to a near death i can achieve.

i could shoot the killing curse at you.

you raise a brow, you think you're capable?

your tone is domineering and i glare, i'm sure i can manage.

shaking your head, your hair dances with a mind of its own and you gesture for me to stir the potion a few more times.

the killing curse is guarantee death, i need the slow incline into the action of passing away, you look at me pointedly - and i'm in no mood to get killed due to your own personal vendetta.

you're properly insane but then i suppose i am too, given that i'm helping you with your suicide mission.

if it fails you're gone - i'll be left alone but i come to terms with the fact that i won't have to see you any longer.

there's a difference between missing someone who's dead and who isn't.

if they're alive there's reminders of them leaving with every waking moment.

if you're dead then well, that's it i suppose. i cant fight death - you seem hell bent on trying.

another thing, you begin - i don't like how you're looking at me.

i'll need you to tie me down to the bed and put this into my mouth - you hand me a phial and i turn the glass over in my hands - black liquid staining and sloshing. it's heavy.

what is this?

poison.

thomas.

i told you, near death.

my mouth goes dry as i look up at you - what if i can't get you to wake up?

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you step closer and rest your hands on my shoulders, weighing me down but it's oddly comforting.

remember, spikes of adrenaline. leaning past me your mouth brushes my ear for a moment - you're warm and it burns - pulling back you hold a small case and lift it open.

inject this in my leg only when my heart stops, not a second earlier and not a second later.

there were two metal syringes, which he probably nicked from the infirmary. my hands began to sweat and i wipe them on my skirt - i feel like i can't breathe.

what is it?

epinephrine, it will stimulate my heart and raise my blood pressure. first injection right after my pulse stops. if i still don't wake up, inject the other in thirty seconds.

... and if you still don't wake up?

taking hold of my jaw - gently - your ink spills into me and it feels like i'm the one dying.

my life is in your hands, diana.

why trust me?

your thumb runs along my skin, because i know you don't actually want me dead.

i might if you actually die.

then let's avoid that scenario.

handing me the case, my hands shake and i follow you to the bed. you're acting too brash - almost too calm - it makes me wonder if you're actually nervous.

after all, who would chase after living forever if they weren't mortified of dying?

there are fates far worse than death, thomas.

i know you hear me - you roll your shoulders and look at me - my skin feels tight when you start to take off your shirt.

you have your wand?

i nod mutely, watching as you lay down and how the silk swirls around your pale skin.

i fill a phial with the draught and carefully stepped towards you - restrain me after i'm out, i don't want to see the look of amusement on your face as you tie me up.

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i scoff, trying to feel better but i don't i feel sick and i want to throw up.

but i tilt the potion into your mouth - it tastes disgusting but you make no indication, your eyes get heavy and i mutter an incantation - ropes shooting out and anchoring you to the bed frame.

the poison is heavy in my hand - i stare at the needles - i don't want to do it.

diana.

don't die.

you give a small smile and the ink pours down your throat.

when your eyes roll back - white - red - haunting. your mouth gapes open - i think you're going to scream - you don't - there's a moment of deafening silence and you fall into the bed.

twitching.

you won't stop.

it's horrifying.

sweat beads like blood on your skin - you're burning - i search for your pulse - moment my moment it walks away.

i stare at the needles - grab one - my hand won't stop shaking.

why did i say yes?

why did you ask?

why are you doing this to yourself?

your eyes drift shut - potion and poison fighting in your system - you're deathly pale.

slower and slower and slower - your not moving anymore.

your chest barely rising.

slower and slower.

my hand trembles against the metal - am i crying?

don't die.

slower.

please don't die.

it's gone.

my arm raises - falls - the needle slips into your flesh - piercing - sinking - i push and the drug fills you.

seconds tick.

you're still not moving.

i search for pulse - not there - come back.

don't die.

i look at you - you look peaceful for once - like a boy and your cracks are straining - you're dying dreaming about life.

don't die or i'll kill you.

tick - thirty seconds.

the second needle stabs into you - a moment - don't die - thomas.

your eyes shoot open and you gasp in air sharply.

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