Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
What she sees is confidence, not the illusions of his insecurity and pain and years of abandonment issues masked by his harsh cruelty. He hadn’t realized just how good he had gotten at pretending that the lies he lived were real. If only he could see the thoughts that flashed through her head (how he wasn’t good enough, how beneath her he was), maybe that mask would slip. It’s the barb that could settle and fester in his stone heart as much as his words had burrowed into hers.
She wants to never see him again and the corner of his lip curls even more, red eyes flashing because he wonders if she’s lying. Maybe hopes that she is. Water glistens over the crystals on her forehead and he instantly hates the way they sparkle. Another sign of how extraordinary she was compared to the dullness of himself. He’s about to say something else, something mean and sharp and finally walk away as boredom threatens to close in.
He doesn’t expect the rage of anger that comes unexpectedly as she finally faces him, snarling. It catches him off guard enough to lose the smirk on his lips, staring at her for a moment in a rare open moment of astonishment. Something flickers across his face, flares in the dark deep depths of his crimson eyes, when she mentions curling up next to another as well as the mention of the fae. Jealousy? Desire? Hurt? It’s gone in a flash and in the darkness maybe she had missed it. “What name would that be exactly?” Comes his deadly whisper in a brief respite of rain and thunder, as he takes control of himself again. Refusing to allow her to see any further that she had slightly shaken him. And god damnit he needs to know her name.
Her sudden anger makes his heart expand and grow in the flames of his renewed hatred and resentment and he meets hers with familiarity and gladness. Something he can finally understand, something that feels better then the cold dark heaviness that ached constantly in his chest. “You know nothing of the fae.” He snaps, ears lacing back and the snarl within his chest finding purchase on dark lips. How dare she talk of his family as if she knew a thing about them or their prayers. Hating even more that he had no idea if her name really did sound as magical as their rituals.
Thunder rumbles beneath their hooves and even he starts having a hard time keeping steady, the crack of the weather ringing in his ears. It was becoming unsafe but he didn’t care, didn’t give one flying fuck about anything but this burning sensation in his chest and the spark of anger in her eyes. Except that fire suddenly becomes blinded by pain in her gaze as it breaks from him and she stumbles, the land beneath them seems to shift and he is just a normal creature that can do nothing. It pisses him off enough that his anger refocuses on the situation instead of her. Almost instinctively moving closer to her, as if to prove to himself that he isn’t worthless, to allow her to find her balance with the help of his thick body. His neck snakes out, teeth seeking to find a rough grasp on her mane to steady them both.
Never forgetting though how much he absolutely hates her and letting go of her as quickly as he had held her, if he had managed to hold her at all. An act of trying to hurt her to hide the truth of his intentions.
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@[Cheri]