Summary:
Edge could still feel the two small puncture wounds at his neck, tingling with Rus’s venom. And it felt incredible. Intoxicating. Edge couldn’t stop thinking about it. The rush of euphoria, Rus’s fangs on his bones, the feeling of his own magic fuelling the lifeforce of another being.
Oh, there was something so deeply wrong with Edge.
Warnings:
Self-loathing, self-disgust, mild mental instability, brief non-graphic violence, brief unwanted sexual comments.
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This chapter involves a lot of strikethrough text and formatting–which tumblr loves to mess up–so I’ll be adding the full chapter here a bit later when I have more time. Sorry to anyone who prefers that format to AO3!
Honestly… not sure how happy I am with this chapter? But, hopefully you still find it somewhat entertaining.
To summarise the events of this chapter: things are getting a bit messy, both inside and outside of Edge’s head.
Full chapter beneath the cut!
Argent Night – Chapter 7: Crumbling Sentiments
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