12-24-2020, 01:09 AM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
He is breaking, and that sick part of her is thrilled by it.
She wants to dismantle him, piece by piece. Wants to shatter him apart into dust the way he would have done to her daughter had she not intervened like this. She could have been satisfied at this point, but being who she was, she is not. This is nothing like the way she had toyed with Ashhal; he was bitter and broken without her help, and her mother, though sure to be displeased if she ever found out what her love illusionist daughter had done, would not actually retaliate. As far as she was concerned, using Ashhal and her mother as pawn pieces was completely harmless -- their ship had long since sailed and was completely sunk, disintegrating at the bottom of the ocean. Her actions wouldn't really harm them
No, this was something else entirely, and should she walk away now their friendship – and the possibility of something more – would be salvageable. She waits for him to offer something else, waits for him to surely hand her his own sword to end him with.
And he does, just as she had thought he would, because these soft and sweet boys are all the same.
“You were worried about what would happen to you?” And this time the way her lilac-eyes go cold is not manufactured for the illusion. Behind the image of her daughter Desire's own depthless black eyes harden and add dimension to what she has crafted, twisting Hourglass's face into a mix of hurt and disbelief. “You were’'t someone that I had ever pinned for being selfish, but I was wrong.” She shakes her head, she conjures the ache of tears into her throat as she tucks her nose close to the galaxy-spiral on her chest, and she lets all the manufactured hurt bleed into her voice, “I looked for you. I tried to find you, but you were so worried about protecting yourself you didn't even care.”
She wants to dismantle him, piece by piece. Wants to shatter him apart into dust the way he would have done to her daughter had she not intervened like this. She could have been satisfied at this point, but being who she was, she is not. This is nothing like the way she had toyed with Ashhal; he was bitter and broken without her help, and her mother, though sure to be displeased if she ever found out what her love illusionist daughter had done, would not actually retaliate. As far as she was concerned, using Ashhal and her mother as pawn pieces was completely harmless -- their ship had long since sailed and was completely sunk, disintegrating at the bottom of the ocean. Her actions wouldn't really harm them
No, this was something else entirely, and should she walk away now their friendship – and the possibility of something more – would be salvageable. She waits for him to offer something else, waits for him to surely hand her his own sword to end him with.
And he does, just as she had thought he would, because these soft and sweet boys are all the same.
“You were worried about what would happen to you?” And this time the way her lilac-eyes go cold is not manufactured for the illusion. Behind the image of her daughter Desire's own depthless black eyes harden and add dimension to what she has crafted, twisting Hourglass's face into a mix of hurt and disbelief. “You were’'t someone that I had ever pinned for being selfish, but I was wrong.” She shakes her head, she conjures the ache of tears into her throat as she tucks her nose close to the galaxy-spiral on her chest, and she lets all the manufactured hurt bleed into her voice, “I looked for you. I tried to find you, but you were so worried about protecting yourself you didn't even care.”
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
