[Weaken it does. He has barely swallowed before he realizes he has made a mistake. The cup slips from his grasp as the world starts to spin. His head turns to look at her, pupils dilated, an exclamation on his lips that never makes it past his tongue.
At first, he feels betrayed, the face before him changed. Twisted into something he can't recognize. Then, he feels proud.
Because this is the kind of thing he would do, if he were in her shoes. Has done, when convenient.
But Angelique just felt betrayed as she choked to death, her pretty mouth opening for air that wouldn't come.
That's when he feels small.
So this is what it is to be on the other side of things. It's a sensation he never experienced before. Oh, he has tasted poisons before out of curiosity, but it's not about the symptoms. It's about being the fool. The one defeated before he knew there was a war.
Except he is still breathing, albeit more slowly. The usual poisoning symptoms aren't showing. The descent into sleep is alarmingly rapid, but perhaps...
It doesn't matter. He'll wake up either way. Hopefully.
He finds himself sinking to lie down on the couch, his eyes sliding shut.
It occurs to him just before the black takes him: it's not about whether or not they can wake up from death, is it? It never has been.]
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At first, he feels betrayed, the face before him changed. Twisted into something he can't recognize. Then, he feels proud.
Because this is the kind of thing he would do, if he were in her shoes. Has done, when convenient.
But Angelique just felt betrayed as she choked to death, her pretty mouth opening for air that wouldn't come.
That's when he feels small.
So this is what it is to be on the other side of things. It's a sensation he never experienced before. Oh, he has tasted poisons before out of curiosity, but it's not about the symptoms. It's about being the fool. The one defeated before he knew there was a war.
Except he is still breathing, albeit more slowly. The usual poisoning symptoms aren't showing. The descent into sleep is alarmingly rapid, but perhaps...
It doesn't matter. He'll wake up either way. Hopefully.
He finds himself sinking to lie down on the couch, his eyes sliding shut.
It occurs to him just before the black takes him: it's not about whether or not they can wake up from death, is it? It never has been.]