10-02-2021, 10:31 PM
so don’t forget to love me in damnation
For the living i have earned on love gone wrong
For the living i have earned on love gone wrong
It is the look in his eye when he says it that wounds her the most.
The look itself sinks into the meat of her heart like a blade and she grimaces against the physical ache that radiates outward from the center of her chest.
(This is not magic, this is simply her own, non-magic ability to empathize, though she has never wanted anything so badly as he wants this.)
She closes her eyes, as if she might actually be able to grant him this wish, too. Instead, she can feel herself change again. Subtly this time and she doesn’t open her eyes, like she’s afraid of what she’ll find when she does. There is no reason for her to change in order to grant him this wish, she thinks fiercely.
It is the heavy feel of wings that surprises her the most and she abruptly opens her eyes and turns her head to look at them. Gray, shot through with gold. She glances down at her shoulder, sees that this, too, is gray shot through with gold. She looks at him, wide-eyed, aware that she has become his mirror image.
But that’s not all. There is no light, but she stands there, illuminated as if by the sun. She can even feel its warmth as the invisible sun beats down on her.
And, in that moment, she hates whatever this magic is. Because this is the closest thing she can give him and it feels, even to her, like some kind of mockery.
“I’m sorry,” she says and there is an edge of desperation in her tone. Because they have only met but she considers him a friend already and she cannot stand the thought that he might think she has done this on purpose. “I can’t stop it,” she gasps. “I didn’t mean to.”
The look itself sinks into the meat of her heart like a blade and she grimaces against the physical ache that radiates outward from the center of her chest.
(This is not magic, this is simply her own, non-magic ability to empathize, though she has never wanted anything so badly as he wants this.)
She closes her eyes, as if she might actually be able to grant him this wish, too. Instead, she can feel herself change again. Subtly this time and she doesn’t open her eyes, like she’s afraid of what she’ll find when she does. There is no reason for her to change in order to grant him this wish, she thinks fiercely.
It is the heavy feel of wings that surprises her the most and she abruptly opens her eyes and turns her head to look at them. Gray, shot through with gold. She glances down at her shoulder, sees that this, too, is gray shot through with gold. She looks at him, wide-eyed, aware that she has become his mirror image.
But that’s not all. There is no light, but she stands there, illuminated as if by the sun. She can even feel its warmth as the invisible sun beats down on her.
And, in that moment, she hates whatever this magic is. Because this is the closest thing she can give him and it feels, even to her, like some kind of mockery.
“I’m sorry,” she says and there is an edge of desperation in her tone. Because they have only met but she considers him a friend already and she cannot stand the thought that he might think she has done this on purpose. “I can’t stop it,” she gasps. “I didn’t mean to.”
anaise
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