Their lips met in a rage of emotion, each one pressing harder against the other in a struggle to pour out whatever they could. She felt him kiss her, felt the terror and the shame within the kiss as he kept control just long enough. Her forehead layed against his as she pleaded with him, begging for him to save her and to save himself from the pain. Yet, even as she begged, she knew that deep within her very soul she would not be able to save him and that today would end with one of them dead at the hands of the other.

And she was scared.

For once in her life, Riviera Stormwind was utterly and completely terrified. Would she be able to kill the man to whom she had given her heart? Or would she freeze and fall victim to his corruption, forcing him to have to live with her death for the rest of his miserable existance? The choices that were before them did not provide a good outcome. No matter what, one of them was not coming out of this alive.

He gently nudges her away and she can feel the pieces of her heart cracking and falling away. Her very could felt like it was being ripped from her body and torn to shreds. She cast blue eyes down to see his hand hold onto her sword, the blade cutting into his skin as he lfted it up to his chest, the tip against his heart. His orange eyes looked at her, pleading for sweet release from the corruption that had taken him.

She broke as his lips spoke her nickname, the nickname her sweet little Neri always called her. His fingertips brushed her cheek for the barest moment and tears began to pour down her face as a quiet storm destroyed her. Slowly, her fingertips reached for the hilt, feeling the way it formed into her grip as though it belonged there. With a shattered soul and a broken voice, she reached for him, her free hand cupping his cheek. "P-promise.....promise me that....that you will come back to me. That you...you won't leave me alone." Her hand is shaking and her mind is breaking as she places her lips against his, her hand moving the sword deep into his flesh, the warmth of blood trickling down the blade to her fingertips as she kisses him.