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#1.
Aaravos was there to guide him, to give him the knife, not to force it upon him. That would just be crude. Even to touch him, to kiss him, despite being on the cusp of each others’ reality, it all depended on Viren’s consent, on the next step. He was a gentleman, after all. He watched as Viren came to terms with himself, seething with rage. I refuse this path. I’m done with dark magic, and I’m done with you.
Spittle flew from his lips as he pointed a shaking finger at Aaravos, all his rage, all his regret, poured outside of himself. Aaravos’s eyes widened, his mouth an O. Wait, he said, reproaching, his hands grazing his face. They met a turned gaze. His eyebrows furrowed. His hand could fall away, he could leave it be. What was the point of crudely forcing Viren into something he didn’t want? There was no elegance in that. No efficiency in repeated pleas to stop. He let it pass, watched him go. He came by one last time, if only to give him something to mull over, but did not conceal the pain in his eyes.
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a gif i made
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#2.
A crossroads between such vile things.
And you would choose to lose your daughter?
What choice do I have? At every turn, I have made vile choices. And at every turn, I have lost.
He chuckles.
Even fate picks its favorites.
(And I am not among them.)
If it was meant to be, I would have lived out my days peacefully with my daughter. But it wasn’t.
So if …alone, on a beach.. is how I must go out,…so be it.
Aaravos grabs his shoulder as he makes to turn his back on him.
How can you say such a foolish thing?
Fate has done no such thing.
You have done this to yourself, Lord Viren.
As I stand.
Fate does not pick favorites, but I would.
I would pick you.
And you would scorn that?
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misc/bonus:
shoutout to tv tropes also. canon can die i am stuck before s6. I am extremely ill over this scene
