His deathlike cheeks burned in shame.
"You hold my nature, my curse, against me? You think I want to live this way?"

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I saw you enjoyed it." the elf said raising an eyebrow

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Dorian blushed harder, his eyes flaring crimson.
“Is that my fault?” his slender hands moved to his neck wounds “You cannot understand… How can you judge me?”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"Trust me, I can." she said shortly

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He arched a thin eyebrow at her.
“Do you think I chose this half-life?” His eyes faded to ebony and his voice became a whisper “ Do you think I wanted this?”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"That I dont know, it concerns me not. Fact is you are what you are; as I am what I am, someone has to be." Rhavaniels eyes glittered, the green and gold showing clearly under thick black lashes.

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He looked at her clearly for the first time. “Are you here to kill me?” a smirk played on his scarlet lips “because that is a foolish notion…”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"If I was, do you think I would tell you? I'm not that foolish. I have killed before, and I will kill again. Thats what I was trained to do." She curled one of her black tresses round her slender finger and pouted.

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Dorian’s smirk became more pronounced. “you live for death…” his eyes seemed to laugh at her. “then you do not know life”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"You are a fine one to talk sire, being half-dead and all that. I was taught to distribute death onto the enemies of my master."

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“At least I do not kill out of spite… I kill to live. I cannot help it.” He moved off the bed “do you know what it is like to deny yourself blood? It is like denying yourself air.”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I do not deny that I pity you for that aspect of your...Curse...But I do not kill out of spite. My family are tied to the service of our lord, and we cannot escape the duties."

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He nodded gently, crimson eyes glowing. “Why must you kill me?”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I'm under eyeball orders. Usually if our masters-master does not give us specific wording i.e. give us room to misunderstand we can bend his words bend to our own will. But it took him a full half hour to give me these, and if I dont obey... Well I dont want to die."

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He laughed gently. “I cannot die you fool. See?” he took his dagger up and plunged it through his stomach. “Im sorry… Lady, but you have failed” he pulled the dagger out, smirking as the wound healed immediately.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I've heard of methods..." she muttered looking genuinly upset for the first time.

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