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[ Noblesse's limp body weighs heavy in his arms, but all Royal Guard can do is tremble uselessly on his knees, clutching at her bloodstained clothes like he'll find a way to undo her death there. He can't bring himself to move, his mind reeling as the rest of his body aches, a searing pain in his chest and across his skin where the contract seals are. ]

N-Noblesse-- Lu, I- [ He chokes out each syllable, despair breaking his voice. He can't tear his eyes away from her corpse, but the next question is directed at the man standing over him. ] Why--?

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[breadlord]

[ Noblesse's blood is still wet against his cheek when Dreadlord moves to wipe it away with the back of his glove, staring at it drip off the barrel of his guns into the puddle at his feet, tangled with the ends of Noblesse's pigtails. There's new energy mixing with the contract he's forced Royal Guard into, completing something that he didn't know had been missing. Dreadlord exhales slowly, each breath trembling with newfound power.]

She was in the way.

[ Then, he grinds his heel against her pristine, white hair as if snuffing out an invisible cigarette. ]

It's just you and me now.

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[ He can feel his connection with Noblesse ebbing away from the inside as something new takes its place, a surge of energy far more raw and unpolished than Noblesse's honed power. This contract with Dreadlord, it burns. ]

St-stop, stop! [ Royal Guard cries out, trying to gather body up and away from the ground, until something in Dreadlord's words makes him freeze. This is his fault, Royal Guard realizes. Noblesse is dead because of him.

Finally, he drags his gaze upwards to meet Dreadlord's, already knowing he must look pathetic with the tears staining his cheeks, kneeling in a pool of his master's blood. ]

Why? You already had me, she wasn't part of this--

[breadlord]

[ Dreadlord picks his gunblade off the floor and angles it against Noblesse's face, lowering it until the barrel hovers over her forehead. Only a split second later, Dreadlord presses the trigger, spraying even more of Noblesse's blood across Royal Guard and himself, leaving a gaping whole where her face was. ]

She's dead, Royal Guard.

[ He seizes Royal Guard's shoulder with his free hand and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss against his lips. A grin begins to surface on his face as the last shred of blue disappears from his hair, turning as white as Noblesse's. ] She's dead, so that means you belong to me now.

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[ An ugly cry leaves his lungs as Noblesse's blood splatters across him for the final time, the impact of the bullet tearing her body away from his shaking arms. He doesn't want to look at her like this, so Royal Guard turns away from her, only to be caught in a kiss.

There's a brief moment where he does not reel away from it, only to feel sick with himself afterwards for trying to find comfort in the person who is responsible for the death of his master. Royal Guard pushes himself back just in time to see Dreadlord's hair fade into a brilliant white, filling him with a sense of unease.

There's nothing human about him anymore. ]

D-don't touch me-- [ He doesn't try to cover up how weak his voice sounds, choking on his own tears. ] I don't want you.

hey its nb's funeral

[breadlord]

[ He yanks Royal Guard back by his collar, capturing his lips in another kiss that's rougher this time, hungrier and more bestial as he runs his free hand along the buttons on the other's vest, tugging but not yanking them off quiet yet.

In a manner that's only matter-of-fact, Dreadlord asks:] Dogs don't get to choose their masters. So why should you?

[ The next kiss comes softer as he cups both hands around Royal Guard's cheeks to secure him from escaping. Even if he was being shoved away, that would be useless because Royal Guard is so human in contrast to him. He squeezes against Royal Guard's jawline. ]

If you look at her again, I'll carve out your eyes.

we all wanna party when the funeral ends

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[ Royal Guard struggles beneath the first kiss, flinching against Dreadlord's touch and trying to dig his gloved nails into his arms to ineffectively push him away. He knows he doesn't want this, but resisting Dreadlord has never been easy. ]

I-I'm not-

[ Your dog, he thinks, unable to get the rest of the words out, fumbling uselessly until Dreadlord pulls him into another kiss. The kiss is soft in contrast to the grip on his jaw, and Royal Guard sighs against Dreadlord's lips despite himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

He doesn't want to look at Noblesse, and he doesn't want to be harmed, but it's not like Dreadlord hasn't done that before, anyway. Royal Guard doesn't have to think twice about why his skull tingles. ]

..I won't.

a whole year later

[breadlord]

Good, you understand. [ He sighs quietly against Royal Guard's lips. ] What a shame it would be if I had to rip them out. [ 'Again', he leaves unsaid, thinking about the stain he left the last time he tore an eyeball out, complete with Royal Guard squirming beneath him. He doesn't kiss Royal Guard again, but instead leans in so close that he's sure they can feel each other breathe.

He moves a hand from Royal Guard's jaw to press against Royal Guard's chest, sliding just a bit lower where he can feel the other's ribs through the fabric. ] Do you still remember your vows or do we need to renew them?

a century later

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[ Royal Guard doesn't pull away from Dreadlord's closeness, but rather does not move at all. He can't gauge just how unhinged he is, and if he were to make a mistake, the sort of punishment he'd receive--

but then, thinking of Noblesse, maybe he's better off dead, anyway. ]

No, [ He breathes out shakily against Dreadlord's lips, inhaling again just as unevenly, unable to organize his thoughts. ] I remember. [ Your vows, not mine, he wants to say. It wouldn't be the answer Dreadlord wants, and Royal Guard doesn't even know if it's true, anyway. ]

..Dreadlord- did you want to marry me? [ Or did you want to own me? ]