i love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
He is a stupid boy. He does not run when he should, does not plead for mercy even as his body shivers in remembered agony (not agony, pleasure. A pleasure so deep and primal it is easily mistaken for agony). He should be running. Any child (any horse) with an iota of intelligence would be fleeing as fast as their legs could carry them. But he is so incredibly stupid. He would stay long after his body gave out, not just because he could no longer move, but because he wants to stay, would give anything to simply be near enough for her to touch.
His heartbeat is fast within his chest, a physiological response to the stress his body had so recently endured. He can feel the rapid thumping of the frantic organ as easily as she can hear it. He ignores it, for it has no bearing upon what might happen next. That it could give out so easily never occurs to him. Death to him is as unintimidating as life.
I’m magic. The words ring with such force and honesty that the only option he has is to believe her. And he believes those words as he has believed little else in his life. She is Magic.
He can nearly feel the thrum of energy bursting through her, causing his skin to tingle and quiver. His gray eyes are murkier than usual as he drags his gaze with agonizing slowness up to hers. As he stares at her, he can only think that she wishes to show him, wishes to teach him. He is thrilled, awed, by this prospect. He really is a stupid, stupid boy.
”Show me,” he says, sealing his fate.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie