[ The protestations are natural, as is the fear that rises to cloud Gale's beautiful gaze, a sad little warble in his voice. Armand ignores it, knowing that it's just for show, that his companion has to make some sort of effort to keep his pride. Surely he won't desert him now, not his love, his beautiful lonesome boy. ]

Then let me soften the fall. Let me ease you down. It's quiet, here, and beautiful. It will be gentle.

[ He turns his hand to catch Gale's, reaching up with the other to grasp the wizard's opposite wrist so he has him in a grip that's uncanny and strong. Holding him, he half-swims, half-slides deeper into the water. As his legs and feet disappear beneath the surface, they seem to move together as one, an echo of fins and flashing scales.

Armand's eyes stay locked on Gale; his mouth is full of pointed teeth, one row behind the other, serrated. No longer little kitten fangs. Still, his voice is the same, resonant and musical, speaking as he continues to move back, a little at a time, into the lake. ]

There will be no painful end for you. No sudden flash and thunder, taking countless innocents along with it. Just we two, together. And no more hunger. No more wanting. I will be yours, always. You just have to trust me. Have I not earned that much? Just let me show you what lies beyond the garden. It's so peaceful. Come. Come on.