“I never said we should quit,”

She whispered, her lips pressed to your ear, that tantalizing expression more serious than you remembered it to be. Where was the smirk that danced upon her lips so freely? Her fingers cascading across your flesh as you both lounged on the couch in a large personal space within this mansion. This life you had made, conquering the earth through bloodshed, your paths rooted in suffering; she wanted it to.. Cease? No, she just wanted something different, right?