and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
He feels like a stranger, even more so than the first time she had met him, and that alone lands another barb of pain inside her chest. He is dark and black and he looks in every way the same tumultuous storm she has been feeling on the inside; nothing at all like the glowing angel boy she has always known. But she is different too, even though she has never been able to dim herself, no matter how suffocating her internal shadows could be. The glowing dapples along her sides always shone bright as stars, and her blue eyes were always too vibrant and alive with whatever she was feeling — anger or hurt, though they had become one in the same to her.
But there was something a little more broken about her now, and instead of avoiding the shards of glass, she clutched them until they made her bleed.
You shouldn’t have come here, he tells her, and the laugh that bubbles from her throat rings hollow as it bounces off the trees. “Why not?” The derisive simper that perches at the edge of her lips is a little too poised, her night-sky eyes a little too calm when she steps towards him to match his own defiant move. “You’ve always been so eager to come home after sleeping with someone else. I thought this was how we play the game?”
Another step towards him, with her eyes locked on his. Something about his darkened appearance makes this easier; makes it easier to forget who he really is, makes it easy to forget she loves him, makes it easy to forget that she would lay down her life for him in half a heartbeat. For now, he is another pawn on her board, and she just wants to see him break.
“Don’t play the victim, Ophanim. You betrayed me long before I ever betrayed you. I took in one of your children, and I permit another to be around constantly, and still I find out about others. It isn’t a one or two time deal for you.” The words are frigid as they leave her tongue, and with a calculated tip of her delicate head she adds thickly, “You think I don’t see the snake girl and your twins?”
She had been simmering before, but the thought of Adna and the way she had caught him looking at her — and thinking about her — brought it to a boil. She wasn’t interested in him trying to use Kensa and the magician as an excuse for his current behavior; it was the mistakes he had made when Starsin had never given him a reason to that she couldn’t let go of. She had pushed those feeling as far down into her heart as possible, but all they done there was grow stronger, building with unimaginable heat and strength until she couldn’t contain them anymore.
When they finally explode, so do the trees. Just one at first, and then two, and then three. Subconsciously she has selected ones that were not close enough to send debris flying directly at them, but the sound they make as they detonate is enough for her. The sight of bark and limbs and leaves flying reminds her of the blood and the dragon scales in Tephra, and it creates a delighted quickening of her pulse.
She waits for the dust and leaves to settle, her gaze returning to his, and her voice is incredibly soft in comparison to what had just happened. “I do feel powerful, thank you for asking.” A brief pause, before she continues lightly, “I’ll spare you the details. Let your imagination run wild, like I do mine.” For the first time, a true bitterness seeps into her voice, melting the ice just enough to reveal the raw, open hurt that still bled beneath the fury.
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Ophanim]
