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WARNING: Kind of like sirens, or maybe a demon(ess)...
Leave them.
They are not for you.
Come with me.
I'm for you.
I'm the only one.
I'm the only one for you.
Come with me.
I love you.
You're the one.
The only one.
Come with me...
He looked at what he'd just written and grinned, coldly and cruelly, just half a moment from a sneer. "No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style," he whispered.
Yeesh. That's just... just... nah. Maybe I shouldn't post this. (So I deny it, in me and in others.) {Or, if the roles were reversed, the possibility of being unable to resist a succubus just... terrifies isn't a strong enough word. Especially if it's riding in an unwilling host....}
Maybe I'm just being excessively imaginative and paranoid. Or maybe........... (there are no witnesses if everything is done properly.)
Hang on while I wrap all the emotion into a little bottle. OK. I was writing it with two humans in mind. But then it began taking on too many layers of symbolism. I'm done, so I'll release the emotion and go back to shivering in fear. But the world won't care. (That's why I fear being normal. Because then I won't care.)
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