05-16-2020, 07:56 PM
all i want is to flip a switch
before something breaks that cannot be fixed
before something breaks that cannot be fixed
He finds it strange and more than a little irritating when she doesn’t outwardly react to the sudden dark. Surely she must’ve noticed it, and noticed that it came too soon and too fast, falling around them like a sprung trap. But she hardly even bats an eye as she comes to stand obediently beside him, a lamb beside a wolf. Is she truly so broken that the world cannot reach her? That even the dark has lost its teeth.
Now he wants to find out.
It rises inside him like a quiet obsession, small and inconspicuous until he looks it in the eyes.
But for now he simply scoffs at her answer, glancing down to try and read her face, read anything she hasn’t said aloud to him. But there is little to find, she keeps it all hidden so well behind a mask of sad, though he is certain her heart must hold more intricacies. “Is lost love really love at all?” He probes, just barely on the right side of kindness and cruelty. “Or have you come to learn that love itself does not exist, and that is the loss you mourn. The thing that broke your heart.”
His gaze is sharper now as it settles on her, not unlike a hawk might watch a small rodent rustling below in the grass. It gives him an air of cold imperiousness, and he deliberately draws it tight around him lest she notice somehow how intimately familiar he is with the way it feels when love dies.
Now he wants to find out.
It rises inside him like a quiet obsession, small and inconspicuous until he looks it in the eyes.
But for now he simply scoffs at her answer, glancing down to try and read her face, read anything she hasn’t said aloud to him. But there is little to find, she keeps it all hidden so well behind a mask of sad, though he is certain her heart must hold more intricacies. “Is lost love really love at all?” He probes, just barely on the right side of kindness and cruelty. “Or have you come to learn that love itself does not exist, and that is the loss you mourn. The thing that broke your heart.”
His gaze is sharper now as it settles on her, not unlike a hawk might watch a small rodent rustling below in the grass. It gives him an air of cold imperiousness, and he deliberately draws it tight around him lest she notice somehow how intimately familiar he is with the way it feels when love dies.
Illum
@[Rapture]