Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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''This is hilarious, you really don't remember a thing!'' Francoise cackled, receiving a sharp glare from Demitra.

''Well your the only one who thinks it's funny.''

''I mean, who knew the magic could last so long?'' Francoise said, before breaking into a coughing fit.

''You know?''

''Know about what, Demi?''

''The magic - you know what's happened to me.''

''Well of course I do I was there when it was performed.''

''And you only just mention it!'' Demitra stood up angrily.

''Well you've only been here for a day, and it never really came up!'' Francoise also stood up.

''Ha! So you're telling me that you know who took my memories and who is responsible for my whole life being a lie - AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL ME!''

''Don't yell at me! I could easily rip you limb to limb right now Demi!'' Francoise hissed.

''And I could cut your string right now before you even had a chance to even think about transforming into that creepy monster inside you.''

''You wouldn't - you were always so particular in not cutting a string for the sake of it.''

''Really,'' Demitra sassed, with a flick of her wrist the string belonging to Francoise Night appeared in her hand, ''Let's see who wins shall we - you transforming and me slicing.''

''That's enough,'' Isaac spoke, walking into the room, before it got nasty.

''A word please Demitra,'' he said softly, placing his left arm around her waist and guiding her out of the room.

''Your sister's a real piece of work, I can see you skipped the infuriating gene.''

''Well feel free to put her in her place again, it was quite the performance.''

''You think?''

''Of course. Me and you both know that you would never cut the string, though, her transforming however.''

''No I don't think I could kill for the sake of it, I would end up like my mother - a lifelong sense of regret following me because of a cut that wasn't needed.''

''I see your mother still makes you cut the strings?''

''Yes, the pain got to much for her so she asked me to take over.''

''It isn't too much for you?'''

''Sometimes, it hurts but I can manage.''

''As long as you're sure. I'm guessing you don't remember the whereabouts of your string? Or mine in that matter?'' Isaac smiled playfully.

''Why am I getting the feeling you know something, Isaac?''

The boy then leaned forward and whispered into her ear ''Let's just say they've been right under our noses the whole time.''

Demitra thought for a moment, a smile creeping onto her face, before looking down, directly under her nose was her cog heart necklace.

''Smart girl.'' Isaac whispered affectionately.

''This is yours?'' she queried, unclasping the necklace and inspecting its cogs.

''Yes, we weaved it into the pieces ourselves, and this,'' he said before unbuttoning his shirt to the side, showing his clockwork heart, ''is where yours is.''