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Lucanis hates that he’s forced into this. All that time spent loving this man, all that time spent hesitating, all that time spent not loving him enough. It all led to this one moment.
This, being a situation he, Spite, or Kal would all have rather avoided. This, being Lucanis holding a knife at his husband’s throat as tears flow freely down his cheeks. This, being that Kal smiles at him, fine with his sacrifice as Lucanis slices his throat.
Spite screams, demanding Kal live. Spite screams, demanding Kal back. Spite screams, echoing Lucanis’ pain. Spite screams, broken.
Lucanis shatters.