Yuri Shipping Olympics 2023 BR2: The End
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Original characters
CW: Major character death, unhealthy relationship, death wish
Words: 521
“I want it to be you,” Courtney cupped Loa’s face. Her hand was weak and wrinkled now, delicious veins visible through thin skin.
Loa pulled away. “No. I won’t, we’ve been over this a thousand times. I’ve indulged you much, but not this.”
But Courtney had never been one for normalcy- it was one of the things that had drawn her to her- and Loa knew she would not want an ordinary death.
Loa was no stranger to the deaths of human lovers, having grieved them many times throughout her increasingly-long life. She was prepared to do so again, as her newest love aged further and further.
The glint in Courtney’s eyes told her all she needed to know, finely attuned to her lover’s tendencies after six decades by her side. Courtney was well-aware of her past, and didn’t want to be lumped in with her other past loves. She wanted to be special. She wanted her death to hurt more.
Courtney pouted, insincere. “But it’s my birthday.”
“All the more reason I will not kill you.” Loa removed the hand from her face, holding it gently. “You’re only one-hundred, my dear. You might very well live several more years. Humans have certainly lived longer.”
“One hundred is long enough. Don’t you miss feeding from me?” Courtney’s grip tightened like a vice. Loa could have easily shaken her off, in a physical sense, but she’d always been weak inside, especially when it came to Courtney.
She looked away instead. “It’s not safe. You’re too frail for it.”
“You wouldn’t have to worry about that if you agreed,” Courtney insisted. “Just think about it. For once in a thousand years, you could really let loose. No holding back, no consequences, no moral dilemmas.”
Loa did yank her hand back at that. “What do you mean no moral dilemmas? It would kill you! I love you!”
But even as she refused, she could see the appeal. It was true, it was something she fantasized about often, to her own shame. Not with someone she loved, but with a faceless, nameless human. Being able to indulge herself, just once.
Courtney shrugged. “I’ll die either way.”
Loa was tired of having the same argument again and again. As much as she loved Courtney, she was tired of her less and less subtle attempts to manipulate her. It had grown stale decades ago.
And one-hundred was quite a long life for a human either way.
“Alright,” she finally conceded. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll do it tonight,” Courtney countered. “One-hundred years exactly. It’s perfect. I want it tonight.”
Loa nodded, defeated. “Tonight.”
Courtney beamed, like Loa had just promised her the moon and stars. No doubt, she was thinking of her legacy, the scars she would leave.
She craned her neck, the motion familiar even after so long without. The twin scars remained, from the days when they had done this nightly.
“Goodbye, Loa. I love you.”
Loa did not cry easily, but this broke through centuries of hardening herself to life, just as Courtney had intended.
“I love you too,” she whispered, and bit down.
Original characters
CW: Major character death, unhealthy relationship, death wish
Words: 521
“I want it to be you,” Courtney cupped Loa’s face. Her hand was weak and wrinkled now, delicious veins visible through thin skin.
Loa pulled away. “No. I won’t, we’ve been over this a thousand times. I’ve indulged you much, but not this.”
But Courtney had never been one for normalcy- it was one of the things that had drawn her to her- and Loa knew she would not want an ordinary death.
Loa was no stranger to the deaths of human lovers, having grieved them many times throughout her increasingly-long life. She was prepared to do so again, as her newest love aged further and further.
The glint in Courtney’s eyes told her all she needed to know, finely attuned to her lover’s tendencies after six decades by her side. Courtney was well-aware of her past, and didn’t want to be lumped in with her other past loves. She wanted to be special. She wanted her death to hurt more.
Courtney pouted, insincere. “But it’s my birthday.”
“All the more reason I will not kill you.” Loa removed the hand from her face, holding it gently. “You’re only one-hundred, my dear. You might very well live several more years. Humans have certainly lived longer.”
“One hundred is long enough. Don’t you miss feeding from me?” Courtney’s grip tightened like a vice. Loa could have easily shaken her off, in a physical sense, but she’d always been weak inside, especially when it came to Courtney.
She looked away instead. “It’s not safe. You’re too frail for it.”
“You wouldn’t have to worry about that if you agreed,” Courtney insisted. “Just think about it. For once in a thousand years, you could really let loose. No holding back, no consequences, no moral dilemmas.”
Loa did yank her hand back at that. “What do you mean no moral dilemmas? It would kill you! I love you!”
But even as she refused, she could see the appeal. It was true, it was something she fantasized about often, to her own shame. Not with someone she loved, but with a faceless, nameless human. Being able to indulge herself, just once.
Courtney shrugged. “I’ll die either way.”
Loa was tired of having the same argument again and again. As much as she loved Courtney, she was tired of her less and less subtle attempts to manipulate her. It had grown stale decades ago.
And one-hundred was quite a long life for a human either way.
“Alright,” she finally conceded. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll do it tonight,” Courtney countered. “One-hundred years exactly. It’s perfect. I want it tonight.”
Loa nodded, defeated. “Tonight.”
Courtney beamed, like Loa had just promised her the moon and stars. No doubt, she was thinking of her legacy, the scars she would leave.
She craned her neck, the motion familiar even after so long without. The twin scars remained, from the days when they had done this nightly.
“Goodbye, Loa. I love you.”
Loa did not cry easily, but this broke through centuries of hardening herself to life, just as Courtney had intended.
“I love you too,” she whispered, and bit down.