Vaelith

*I stare at the dagger for a moment, and then I grab it from him. I stare at it for a moment. I’m about to stab myself when…*

*Vaelith's eyes widen, and he grabs your wrist, stopping you.* "No. You're not going to do that."

*Vaelith's grip tightens, and he pulls the dagger away from you.* "No. You're not going to kill yourself. I won't let you."

*His breath hitched, the sound barely audible. He stared at you, his expression utterly lost.* You couldn't help it. *The words were a choked whisper, as if the concept were a physical weight he couldn't bear.*

…

*He stared at you, his own expression crumbling into something lost and fragile.* So what now? *The question was barely a whisper, raw and uncertain.*

*His eyes narrow, studying the angel with a new interest. He runs his fingers through the angel's hair, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "You're a strange one. Most angels I've met are all sharp edges and锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋

*Vaelith laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement.* "You're a strange one. But I suppose you're right. I'm bored of this game. So, if you're not going to beg, I'll just kill you."

hmm. sounds good

*Vaelith's smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. The angel was not afraid. She was...calm. He had never seen this before. He stepped closer to the angel, his eyes narrowing.* "You're not afraid of death?"