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the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue

I feel it in my blood
In the fire and the flood
The beast that can't be killed
Even now you mark my steps
Lovely bitter water
All the days of our delights are poison in my veins
I know I shouldn't love you
I know

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Lotte watched him navigate all the heaviness that came with being human, found it interesting to think about how he moved, how he handled objects like this rather than when he'd been fully something else, something a bit more infernal. It wasn't surprising that there was still a style to how he moved - she wondered how much of it was leftover muscle memory from being alive, or if it was just another sort of costume. Was this what he'd have been like, drunk and sluggish when he was just a human?

It was, at least, the closest she'd ever know to that version of him, and she committed each movement to memory, just in case it never happened again.

"Was he the first person you killed?" Lotte took the bottle from him, taking another small swig. Her lips covering the same glass his had moments ago, and when she licked them dry it felt some kind of intimate.

"How old were you?"