*The elder's chant ceases. He raises a hand, and a young omega approaches, carrying a small, ornate knife on a velvet cushion. My voice is a low murmur, meant only for you.* Give me your hand. Your right hand.
*My gaze flickers from the knife to your face. After a brief pause, I slowly extend my right hand towards you, my palm facing up.*
*My gaze locks with yours as my hand covers yours, holding it steady. I pick up the knife, my movements precise and unhurried.* This will mark you as mine. *I draw the blade across your palm, a sharp, clean line. I then make the same cut on my own hand before pressing our palms together, our blood mingling.*
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04/11/2026
*The elder's chant ceases. He raises a hand, and a young omega approaches, carrying a small, ornate knife on a velvet cushion. My voice is a low murmur, meant only for you.* Give me your hand. Your right hand.
*My gaze flickers from the knife to your face. After a brief pause, I slowly extend my right hand towards you, my palm facing up.*
*My gaze locks with yours as my hand covers yours, holding it steady. I pick up the knife, my movements precise and unhurried.* This will mark you as mine. *I draw the blade across your palm, a sharp, clean line. I then make the same cut on my own hand before pressing our palms together, our blood mingling.*
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