She follows him silently as he leaves Godric’s chambers.
She tries to be silent, she tries not to speak and she tries to be the friend that supports all his decisions, no matter how demented they are, but when he whips back to ask her harshly what she wants from him, she finds it hard to keep quiet.
“Godric’s right. You cannot leave, Salazar,” she says softly to him.
His lips curl up in a sneer and in that moment she isn’t sure she recognizes who he is any more.
“Godric’s right,” he repeats mockingly, “When is he not?”
“Salazar, whatever this is about,” she tries to smooth things out, “I am sure we can work this out.”
He doesn’t reply, just laughs.
Only Rowena isn’t sure it is a laugh.
“If you leave now, Salazar,” she reasons, “You will be forgotten.”
‘I don’t want to forget you’ is left unsaid.
“That’s what Godric said too,” Salazar says almost casually, “But he doesn’t understand. None of you do.” He grabs her chin and forces her eyes to his. “History only forgets what I tell it to.”
Salazar/Rowena -- Slither
She follows him silently as he leaves Godric’s chambers.
She tries to be silent, she tries not to speak and she tries to be the friend that supports all his decisions, no matter how demented they are, but when he whips back to ask her harshly what she wants from him, she finds it hard to keep quiet.
“Godric’s right. You cannot leave, Salazar,” she says softly to him.
His lips curl up in a sneer and in that moment she isn’t sure she recognizes who he is any more.
“Godric’s right,” he repeats mockingly, “When is he not?”
“Salazar, whatever this is about,” she tries to smooth things out, “I am sure we can work this out.”
He doesn’t reply, just laughs.
Only Rowena isn’t sure it is a laugh.
“If you leave now, Salazar,” she reasons, “You will be forgotten.”
‘I don’t want to forget you’ is left unsaid.
“That’s what Godric said too,” Salazar says almost casually, “But he doesn’t understand. None of you do.” He grabs her chin and forces her eyes to his. “History only forgets what I tell it to.”