I Don 't Blame You At All

Samael's eyes too filled with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or even pain, but of joy. He smiled widely, a trembling hand lifting to gently caress Amaimon's cheek, brushing away his own tears. He knew it must have surprised his brother, especially considering the way he cried so suddenly. He could see an immeasurable amount of guilt in his mate's gaze and he knew it tore him asunder. It hurt, it did, but it didn't matter, being with Amaimon like this mattered. Over The last few months together Samael had learned once again how to read his brother's emotions easily and he knew just by looking up at him and that guilt that just as he had the earth King had imagined this. He'd thought of this too, but slower, gently, just like the time

“It gave us a chance to become children again,” said Arcand, fighting back tears. “We shared our tears, we shared our laughs, but we dug deep inside and we dug out the demons and we (could not) have done it without each other.”

Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.

He took a sip of water to rid his torrid throat and began to speak. “Love I am sorry, about everything. You clean this house and make our dinners. You watch our son and most of all you support me any time I need it. You did not deserve the cruel things I said to you. I am truly sorry.” Mary Ann felt something ping at her heart, she almost wanted to forgive him but Henry did not stop there. “I know you must of have felt alone and scared when I pushed you away but you know how I am with work. The other officers will mock me for having a wild wife and-”

Amaimon was so limp. It was as if he was half dead. His breathing was tagged and shallow. There were bruises all over his body, though they were mostly on his hips, shoulders and neck, anywhere father had found leverage for his thrusting. Anywhere his hands had grabbed and pulled. Samael was crying. He did not know how to stop. He was not sure he had it in him to even attempt to quell the sobs. He did not know why this was happening, was not sure what to do. Why was father doing this to him? It was obvious it wasn't consensual. It was obvious that this was rape, but he couldn't make himself even think those words. He could even think about it. Even with Amaimon right in front of him. Bloody, broken, limp. So young....yet so different. Same was on the verge of breaking down completely, yet the bone chilling numbness forced him into some fake semblance of control. Even as he paled and shook and panicked.

"It wasn't your fault he was... killed that day. Well it's really late and I am tired... Please forgive yourself.... Please." Queen Isabelle said looking at her brother a lone tear gently falling down her cheek. King Henry whipped away her tear and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight and... I will try... I just wish he could come back for like a second... to say he isn't mad at me. To say that he forgives me or something." The king said sadly smiling at his sister. "He probably wishes it to... He is probably watching you right now and he is sad that you are sad and that you are suffering. He loves you and so dose the rest of us... Thank you for letting us stay over for the week" Queen Isabelle said with a smile. "Not a problem! Anything for you sis." King Henry said cheering up a bit as Queen Isabelle walked to the door. "Love you... See you in the morning." Queen Isabelle said walking out of the room

I did not predict the apology that fell from his lips, an apology a million times over rehearsed out of regret. I did not interrupt, nor draw away my attention, not even when his speech bubbled with tears and his beard coated over their sparkle. I waited until he was done before opening my true mouth, gobbling up his head and escaping the ward with what little remained of Mother.

A deep voice broke my angry thoughts for a second “So this is where you have been my little princess…” his eyes stared through me as he spoke “Yes grandfather… why are you here?” I spoke through my teeth trying to keep calm. His eyes finally focused on me when I asked that question “It hurts me you ask such a questions. I came to check on my lovely granddaughter…” his voice faked sincerity.

The boy rose to his feet and pulled his sister into a tight hug, apologizing over and over. The two cried as they fell to their knees. Lydia and Orion looked at each other with sad eyes. It was unfair.

"I'm sure that you don't share the same father than that soldier." Antanas interrupted. "When he was moving away from me, I was still so angry and ashamed that I shouted asking why he had done that. He stopped and replied that he had learned the basis of war from his father and he never had thought him how to kill kids."

“I’m sorry! I know you didn’t want me to tell them I killed Liu, but I did. I mean, it was out of, um, protection, so I figured it wouldn’t matter much, you know? You’ll have to talk to them, too. I tried to tell them as much I, uh, as much as I could. I said everything you told me. About how after Liu killed your parents… three years ago, and when you saw the headline on that newspaper, you ran out of Ohio and have been in… uh, Washington ever since. I told them how we meet, how I got into this mess, and that I went with you on my own freewill. I also told them that you did sneak into the… the… the houses to try to stop him when you realized he had come into Washington, but that you were only trying to keep the d-… d-… d-… deaths from happening. We were always too late, and you never killed anyone. I also mentioned that you had, uh, insomnia and… PTSD, but that’s it. It was all I could tell them,” I recalled, trying my best to concentrate and get m words together. He gave me a strange look, and I bit my lip, nodding my head slightly towards the door. He saw the figure of

"Gakupo, we can't keep this up." Jia croaked, tears raining down on her face. "He's going to get killed because of us-" Gakupo gritted his teeth, avoiding the broken glass surrounding the cradle to comfort the infant. "He won't." Gakupo said firmly holding the baby to his shoulder. "We were stupid to think we could do this," she sighed. "Why did we do this?" She said, peeking at their son. Turning around he kissed her gently, "Because we were in love." Kissing her again he added, "because we are in love." A small smile spread onto her face. "And I love you."

He was horridly torn, spilt in three different directions, each incredibly different. On one hand he was terrified, absolutely aghast an the idea, the threat that Amaimon would be hurt. On the other his hazy mind tried to absently admire his horns, his tale. He couldn't help it, especially with as quickly as he seemed to be slipping into unconsciousness. Yet there was some overriding sense of gratitude...? He wasn't sure what to call it, but it filled him with warmth all the same. Awe, perhaps. It was just that...no one..on one in the world, in any world had ever done such at thing for him. Had never rushed to his defense had never put their lives on the line. Amaimon had rushed to his side that dreadful night early on in their marriage, smudging

He wondered belatedly just how Amaimon had gotten so good at this, despite having never experienced such a thing. The thought however was fleeting, becoming blurred then lost in the movements of Amaimon bobbing up and down. The earth King licked at him dutifully, catching every last drop of precum that spilled from and that made this only that much better. Already so much of it spilled down his length and he already felt the coil of release settling deep within him. If Amaimon didn't like the taste then he did not show it, only his tears were indication of discomfort. He averted his eyes from those tearful eyes, trying to look away, guilt winding a coil within him. In the end he could let those feeling go for now and let himself drown. Completely emerging himself in this glorious pleasure. Mephisto couldn't stop those keening moans once they had started and his brothers name slipped out so simplistically. As if he was meant to whisper his name that way. Afterwards though he bit down on his lip, hard, in order to stop himself. He wanted to say it again, yet at the same time he didn't, it felt wrong, weird, like it would give Amaimon some part of him he was not sure he wanted to give. Amaimon seemed to slow for a moment, his rhythms faltering and at first he felt a spark of uneasiness, but it was pushed aside as Amaimon continued. His fingers ran so softly through Amaimon's hair, a low moan once

While, I wept for Aanya; mourned my aunt’s passing away, I also saw my past actions flash past my mind’s eye; regretted them. Just as I wanted to hold and comfort Aanya, I wanted to hug my parents, tell them that I loved them; was sorry for having hurt them.