What makes our love so hard to be
Is it you, or is that just you with me
Destruction. He thought he had seen it all, had known it more intimately then anyone. Until he met her. Seeing how she seemed to now be the root of this most recent explosion of his already miserable life, the core of chaos. There is a scream of rage, words of fury. The voice sends shock to his system despite the unusual tone of anger that dismantles it. It’s not enough to make him let up on his attack. His sight is blinded by a sudden flash of glittering diamond as it puts itself between him and the blight on his life. His claws seem to rake against her flesh with a bloodcurdling screech that makes anyone nearby cringe with the sound. Nails on chalkboard. Frustration floods his system, the confused and muddled bear growing angrier with this barrier between him and his prey.
The narrowed pupil sees through the red wall and finds her face as a claw swipes at the ravaged white feathers. They smell of brine and ash, they smell of the sweat that beads across her back as he grabs at her withers, a soft exhale of ecstasy.. The bear is finally able to complete it’s shift. Leaving the bloodstained stallion peddling back away from her, anger and disgust on his face. It’s the despair that lingers along the dark hollow of his eye and the curve of his cheek that’s most haunting of all.
”Your son. Only son. Your son of love”. The words spat out but he does not look at her. She who had ruined them all. Rambling, the crazed remaining eye roving back and forth between her, him, the ocean. Adaline. Raaquel. Magnus. All there, watching. Waiting. Except for them, the children. His.
”Twins.” He spits again in his agitation, trying to grasp at where they could be. If they could be. ”Never existed. Gone.” Unable to find them in the fog, to see them with the ghosts. ”Like your heart.” His accusing glare back to her, finally staring her down. His chest heaves and the curdling skin on the x stretches mockingly before her. ”Like mine.” Knowing it was gone, taken. Unable to understand the severity of it, at the cold weighty hollowed thing in it’s place. Her eye is missing, she is a mess of her former self but none of it registers. She is a demon now sent to plague him. Perhaps she had sent him back to the Dark God on purpose. Perhaps it had all been part of her master plan.
The fluttering sluggish feelings trapped within the visible heart peck at the glass. A slow sadness gripping at his mind. Remember. Remember. For the first time he seems almost clear headed. ”He told me. Your lies.” The anger returns, rushing through his blood and scattering his marbles once more. ”Rabbits caught together in the snare.” Sharp teeth protruding through his gumline as he snarls, heated, angry gold glinting at her. Calling her out. ”I know you now. I know where you’ve been” Hissing, the last word said with finality.
Magnus stands behind her with sorrow in his eyes. The sins of his father…. Taken out on the son. ”It wasn’t real.” Anguish in the fury. Back to the sea as his hooves sink into sand and surf climbs to his belly. ”It never was.”
Ledger