[private] we don't want that, sunlight

[isakov]

throw me in the water, don’t think about the splash i will create
leave me at the altar, knowing all the things you just escaped

Perhaps.
It sounds like a promise.
It is a balm for his troubled soul.

He is no masochist, but there is some peace in the knowing. Though it is not a promise she can make and she makes that abundantly clear. He swallows the disappointment that swells in his throat and skims his teeth across the surface of her skin again. It is the only logical end when you play with fire, he thinks, absolute destruction. There is some dark thrill in it.

This is where the darkness begins to creep in. It slips soundlessly, almost undetected, into his bloodstream where it will someday infect his heart. It is not the sort of thing he will ever recover from but he has no way of knowing this now. He only stands there and thinks about how easily she had burned him, how she had threatened to set him ablaze the first time they’d met, and he knows they will one day go down in flames.

He cannot imagine anything ever destroying her. She is no fragile thing. She is a force, she who commands fire. But there is some dark thrill in this thought, too. The idea that someday he will break her just as easily as she could break him. He does not want to be a thing that breaks but he will have no choice. He is a thing born from cruelty, a thing disguised as love. The heart is dark and terrible.

He smiles, all teeth, and draws back his head to look her in the eye.

“Do you think me capable?” he asks.
It is not a challenge but a genuine query.
How he longs to be the sort of thing capable of absolute destruction.

isakov

@[Sunlight]