12-24-2020, 12:26 AM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
She sees the surprise on his face, and a kinder soul would have perhaps felt regret.
Desire, though, was rarely kind.
She had no reason for her cruelty, really. Her mother had doted on her, had whispered her love for her into her neck every night, had assured her that not even the stars in the sky were as beautiful as the galaxy she wore on her skin. She had grown up with a twin brother that reserved a certain brand of kindness only for her, had been surrounded by companions in her childhood that matched her intelligence and her thirst for trouble. She had someone beautiful and kind that loved her even when she was entirely undeserving of such a love, someone that accepted all of her sharp edges.
She had not a single reason to be cruel, other than the fact she had simply been born that way.
Despite his hurt, despite the way she can nearly taste it even though his voice does not tremble, Desire is unwavering. She is steadfast in a way that Hourglass would never be in such a situation; she knows her daughter would take one look at the way he his eyes flashed with surprise at her sharp tone and she would have softened, bent herself back beneath him and let him continue to play her. “Then what did you mean to do?” There is still an edge, as though her mouth is glass shards. She steps back from him, softening her face only slightly, letting some of what she thinks would be the genuine Hourglass slip through. “Are you going to at least tell me why you would avoid me?” There is a short laugh, a shake of her delicate head. “Or, everything, I guess.”
Desire, though, was rarely kind.
She had no reason for her cruelty, really. Her mother had doted on her, had whispered her love for her into her neck every night, had assured her that not even the stars in the sky were as beautiful as the galaxy she wore on her skin. She had grown up with a twin brother that reserved a certain brand of kindness only for her, had been surrounded by companions in her childhood that matched her intelligence and her thirst for trouble. She had someone beautiful and kind that loved her even when she was entirely undeserving of such a love, someone that accepted all of her sharp edges.
She had not a single reason to be cruel, other than the fact she had simply been born that way.
Despite his hurt, despite the way she can nearly taste it even though his voice does not tremble, Desire is unwavering. She is steadfast in a way that Hourglass would never be in such a situation; she knows her daughter would take one look at the way he his eyes flashed with surprise at her sharp tone and she would have softened, bent herself back beneath him and let him continue to play her. “Then what did you mean to do?” There is still an edge, as though her mouth is glass shards. She steps back from him, softening her face only slightly, letting some of what she thinks would be the genuine Hourglass slip through. “Are you going to at least tell me why you would avoid me?” There is a short laugh, a shake of her delicate head. “Or, everything, I guess.”
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
