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tw; mention of blood and death
MALLEUS DRACONIA curses himself for being weak. he’s always prided his strength as crown prince, but as you lay in his arms, weak and bloody, he resents himself.
“i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your palm, kissing the tips of your fingers as you cry. “i am so, so, sorry.”
you squeeze his hand, tears running down your cheeks as you intertwine your fingers together. “i’m scared, malleus.” you whisper, hands shaking.
malleus has never known pain this excruciating. it pulls him apart, tears his limbs, gnaws at his nerves.
“wait for me.” he pleads, bowing his head into your arms. “i beg of you.”
you smile. “i’ll always wait for you, malleus.”
you’re still smiling when you pass. it’s only hours later does lilia finally pull malleus from your body, eyes red and face gaunt as he whispers his final farewell.
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