06-20-2017, 09:07 PM
you can have my isolation,
you can have the hate that it brings.
you can have the hate that it brings.
. Gone is the defiance that had been so deeply embedded into the marrow of her bones – the fiery glimmer of her steady, glowering stare fading away, swept away by the surge of memories tucked away within the recesses of her mind – and she is is as trapped as he. Little did she realize, he had never chosen darkness – it had chosen him in the form of a curse, bestowed upon him by something (someone) so much more powerful than himself. The pyrokinesis that burned so brightly within the depths of his chest had been meant as an endowment, as a gift, but it had become nothing more than a bane to his own existence.
Another weapon to wield.
And even now, as his own mind touches the scalding surface of his buried memories, the fire surges inside of him, bristling and causing him to nearly recoil from her. Anger once again bubbles and festers from within, crawling over the marred surface of his too-hot skin.
He did not choose darkness – it had chosen him.
”Where is your boldness now, Aurora?” he mutters, the usually soft rumbling of his voice more akin to the snarling of a wild dog, his dark eyes settling upon her yet again. There is a trace of anguish within her dark indigo gaze, averted away from his, though he is soon following the soft curve of her cheek and the tousled, ivory tresses that lay across the slender slope of her neck. ”You cannot wander the boundaries of a marked territory so heedlessly. There is protocol, and disrespect for protocol is not taken lightly.” he utters, but his voice has softened – if only slightly.
”At least not here. What is it you want? What is it you’re looking for?”
But he already knows.
Another weapon to wield.
And even now, as his own mind touches the scalding surface of his buried memories, the fire surges inside of him, bristling and causing him to nearly recoil from her. Anger once again bubbles and festers from within, crawling over the marred surface of his too-hot skin.
He did not choose darkness – it had chosen him.
”Where is your boldness now, Aurora?” he mutters, the usually soft rumbling of his voice more akin to the snarling of a wild dog, his dark eyes settling upon her yet again. There is a trace of anguish within her dark indigo gaze, averted away from his, though he is soon following the soft curve of her cheek and the tousled, ivory tresses that lay across the slender slope of her neck. ”You cannot wander the boundaries of a marked territory so heedlessly. There is protocol, and disrespect for protocol is not taken lightly.” he utters, but his voice has softened – if only slightly.
”At least not here. What is it you want? What is it you’re looking for?”
But he already knows.
you can have my absence of faith,
you can have my everything.
you can have my everything.
OFFSPRING