<div style="margin: auto; overflow: auto; max-width: 500px; height: 500px; padding: 20px; border-top: px Solid #dfd2d2; border-right: px Solid #ff0000; border-bottom: px Solid #ff0000; border-left: px Solid #ff0000; background: #050505 url(''); color: #e4dcdc; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: left">Now that he was able to get a keener inspection at the younger male, he looked-- Unrefined, inelegant. Two very distinct words he would have otherwise never used to describe one Judas Jones. This day, he couldn't help but notice how undone Judas felt, "Ju--"<br/>
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Judas pulled the weapon, stopping Dominic within the first syllable, took aimed it directly at him, and Dominic's bright blue eyes landed on the end of the barrell. His eyes flittered upward as his jawline set hard and the muscle rolled, <i>“I… hate you, Dominic Black.”</i> Jude's voice nor his eyes said either, <i>“And I cannot, keep living like this.”</i> Instinct told him to lunge for the weapon, he could easily overpower him, but inside of his head, his heart told him to hear what Judas had to say. <i>“I just hope you can forgive me,”</i> It all made sense. Judas was here to be his executioner. Dominic wasn't shocked by this revelation. If anything, he gained <i>relief</i>. <i>“For putting us through this nonsense and not killing you like I should’ve 10 years ago”.</i><br/>
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He could hear the sounds of the weapon discharging, saw the flash of the muzzle before the pain cascaded through his upper torso, and penetrated his spine. Numbness strangled a hold over his meaty limbs and sensed himself tumbling backward, ending when his body abruptly slammed into the kitchen island. With his back to the base, he sat there. He should be stunned or shocked, but he couldn't be, not even as he sat there, barely upright-- It was Judas and he should have expected this to come at some point. <br/>
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Dominic blue orbs washed up to Judas, watching as he disrobed his jacket, curled up next to his dying form, <i>“I’m so sorry puppy,”</i> his head canted, pressed his grizzled cheek up against Judas head as blood seeped out of the corner of his hard lips, <i>“—I couldn’t let you go.”</i> How fucking poetically Ironic-- the two of them had been trapped by the other, unable to release themselves from a prison of their own making. <br/>
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They were too perfect together. <br/>
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Dominic struggled to turn his head, pressed his blood caked lips to Judas' forehead, "Love. You. Baby." Words were disjointed, almost disfigured from Dominic's normal tone of voice and the thick Texan drawl that often inflicted them, "Always," a gurgled breath with a final word, "Forever." Then released from this Goddamned Curse Judas Jones casted on him ten years ago. They both were free. <br/>
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Dominic had known this was the only way he would ever shake Judas Jones from his memories-- When he was dead and buried.<br/>
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The brilliant light behind his crystal blue eyes faded, turning them cloudy, murky with lifelessness. The wolf refused to even wake up, refused to meander from the dark ravine he etched into Dominic's mind, choosing to slip away into the void, depart from this life as one single entity. <br/>
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His soul released, he no longer wished to linger any longer than he was required to as he floated out of his cooling body and found himself upright, back on his feet, staring down at Judas clutched to his corpse. This picture painted so utterly perfectly reminded Dominic in that moment, of the good times they shared with one another. Even if nearly all of it had been one lie after another-- just a morbid personna Judas created to snare him into his sick game. When Judas finally unleashed his truths, Dominic couldn't quell the anger, the hurt, or the pain long enough to consider everything. Blinded by all those emotions, he'd not been able to see the paint on the canvas-- They were both broken, and only broken people understood broken people.  <br/>
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