Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Anger always tires him. The familiar embrace of sadness, the caress of his sorrow, the heavy hug of exhaustion. It comes so quickly after his rage, putting out the flames and leaving heavy smoke in his lungs. He doesn’t see her move until her hot breath is mingling with her own. Although he tenses visibly, he doesn’t move. Becomes as frozen as the ice that has solidified around his heart. No power she says and still he is doubtful. A slight shift of his head exposes his eye once more, letting his doubt be known. She asks about his curse and he hesitates. He has never talked about it before, had never openly discussed what had happened. What had been done to him. Only Magnus but that story is far too painful in itself to bare.
She has turned away from him before he can form anything to say and so he merely remains quiet. He wishes she hadn’t moved away despite her uncomfortable warmth. It had been so long since he had felt the heat of another against his own skin. It threatens to thaw him out. He’s unsure if that can even be done but the thought is most desirable.
Look, she murmurs and he forces himself to raise his head up. The sight that greets him, the flames that flicker in the reflection of gold flecks. She is fire incarnate and he can’t look away. Entranced by the element, snared by it’s allure. He knows it will hurt him, melt him. He want’s to be cleansed. He wants to burn. Slowly he moves closer, the heat painful despite the small gap between them. He searches for her face amongst the flames. ”What did he do to you?” He whispers softly, thinking only of Carnage’s cruel tricks. While he remembers the faces of those that were tortured at his side, he’s not stupid enough to think that others wouldn't have followed. That he wouldn’t have found new toys to break.
Ledger
@[Spear + Spark]