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He started to fight too late for it to be successful.
His limbs, for the first few seconds were frozen mid-air before finally registering what was happening. The man trashed in the water for a few more moments, trying to grab the edges for support; or the clothes, to at least drown the bastard with him.
A crow sang. Commodus froze. Light blue eyes were staring at him through the water, carefully put up golden locks almost touching the surface.
His love was crying, desperately begging for forgiveness with his silence. He cursed it instead, the liquids mixing. It felt too salty, he blinked.
'You. Blessed. Me.'
Didn't he?
The room went silent, his vision - black, at last.
'Chick.' A string got cut. Everything froze. Apollo wanted to vomit. He didn't.
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The water was getting colder by the second, leaving the room even more hollow and loud than it felt. It barely moved, only occasional bubbles of saliva were appearing right near the edge of the bathtub.
The god sobbed, pulling his hands away from the bruised neck.
" 'm sorry."