that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried
They are playing with fire, he knows, even though nothing about this feels like play. He can’t decide exactly what edge of the knife he is dancing on, but he knows that it’s going to cleave him in half one day. Whether he cuts to the quick with desire or burns the candle at both ends with rage, the end result will be the end. He’s not even certain he can make heads or tails of how he feels anymore, anyway.
What started as an attempt to disarm here has swiftly turned against him.
So that when he sees the fury finally consume her, he’s nearly relieved.
He doesn’t fight back, not really. He bares his teeth as she shifts, again, and again—but the pain is a welcome distraction. It feels right. Cleansing. A balm. He soaks it in, this ability to feel this vividly. To see colors this bright—to know something so acute. He wants to throw his head back and laugh, to soak in the true madness, but the sound does not come through the wheezing breath, the groan, the cry.
Finally, when he’s had enough, he shoves her away with his last ounce of strength—relying on his gift of super strength to overcome her enough to push her off of him. He takes a stumbling step back, bleeding from so many wounds he is certain that he cannot count. There is blood pooling in his mouth and he spits, feeling something solid dislodge as a tooth hits the ground and rolls. It startles a broken laugh out of him.
Glancing up through eyelids that are nearly torn to ribbons, he gives her a bloodied, shattered smile.
“What a show,” he manages, something like humor tinging his voice.
He can already feel his healing begin to weave through him and part of him wishes that he could stop it. Wishes his body would like him soak in this pain for a little longer, but he could no more stop his body from repairing himself than he could change the tides of the ocean.
So he just takes a step back, doing a small mock bow.
“I think we’ve proven our points.”
Blood stains his mouth as he turns to leave.
“Goodbye, Maze.”
And then he stumbles into the darkness.
so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried
@[Mazikeen]