And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
They are like the yin and yang, pushing and pulling in equal measure as they test each other’s strength. The slightest of prodding here, a little bit of pinching there. Each, in their own way, attempting to determine the other’s weaknesses. Each for very different reasons. Where he hates himself, she loves herself. She has never known hate in her young life, never known the sharp sting of rejection.
They temper each other in the most terrible of ways.
She does not know precisely what it is she searches for in this man (boy), only that she needs something from him as much as he needs something from her. Perhaps she merely wishes to taste victory, to know the taste of her own power. Not her power to make him bend and submit, for that would be too easy. No, it is something far more kind. And something far more terrifying, at least for one like him.
’You are incredible.’ His words belie the tone of his voice, the blackness of his aura. He does not mean them as a complement, but rather as another weapon in which to tear her down. Instead, she smiles, her silvery eyes glinting, bright as newly minted coins. ”Yes,” she says simply. She already knows that she is incredible. In more ways than one. She had grown with whispers of magic in her ears. How could she not know?
His tail flicks across her haunches, an echo of her earlier reproach, snapping against the starlit armor coating her skin. Then, in the blink of an eye, he stands before her, gaze boring into her own. She can feel the fear rising, enveloping her like a malevolent cloud. Her breath quickens as her heart thrums a rapid rhythm inside her chest, causing her to flinch from him reflexively. She retaliates in an instinctive manner, slender vines of starlight snaking towards him, tiny thorns glittering brightly as they curl about him. But then, between one breath and the next, the fear is gone. She inhales sharply, stepping back as her thorny vines melt into nothingness.
As her heart settles back into its normal, steady cadence, she stares at him for long moments in implacable silence. Finally a slow smile begins to return to her teal lips. ”Pollock.” She breathes his name as if he were a lover. ”Did you enjoy that?”
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage
Let me know if the vines aren't ok and I will change it
