A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, #477 – guarantee.

the blade that hums in her hands

The blade demanded blood.

Now that she had it in her hands, she couldn't hold it back. Rage boiled. She only saw that red liquid splattering everywhere, herself being drenched in it.

But then there'd be a sweet, feathery touch and she'd stop. Her eyes and head would clear. And he'd hold her close, whisper lies into her ears and she'd mop them up because, despite knowing they were lies, they were exactly what she wanted to hear.

And she'd get those words, even if she had to take that blade into her hands to do it. That blade that stole her mind and her heart and her sense – she didn't care, because it brought that feathery touch and those lying sweet words to her, and that was all she needed.