[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

There is a moment of charged silence.
The kind of silence he could fall headfirst into.
A dark, familiar kind of silence. 

And then she smiles and there is a kind of darkness in this, too. 
They are older now than they once were. (Mere children then, much too young to make the promises they had made to each other. Much too young to feel the things they had felt.) There is some gravity to the things they say now, some sordid truth. He had not doubted her then but he certainly does not doubt her now.

There is no future for them that does not involve mutual destruction.
He swallows. Watches.
Curious.

He is a thing built for darkness, ruin.
He does not believe there is any room in his heart for happiness, only hurt.

He tilts his head, reaches out to touch her. 
He knows how she will destroy him. Baptism by fire. He can see it just as plainly as she can. Bone reduced to ash. He does not possess any magic as powerful as hers. He is nowhere near as dangerous as she is. It will be so easy for her to destroy him and he will go so willingly, such a beautiful martyr. 

“How do you think I will destroy you?” he asks, can’t help himself. (Is it vanity that has him asking? Narcissism?) Tell me what you think of me, it asks, tell me who I am to you. 

 

isakov

@[Sunlight]