Even though it has happened countless times before, the restoration of her vision causes her to suck in a breath. It’s always a surprise when it happens, but there is something more when it is him she is blinking away the blindness to see. He was becoming familiar; more so than he had already been, and she recognizes that sickness manifesting inside herself. That strange attachment, the one that she always tries to steel herself against, and often fails horribly. He is not the first to stir it to life, and likely won’t be the last, but she would be lying to herself if she said he wasn’t the most exhilarating.
She doesn’t flinch away when he reaches for her, because even though she fears him, it’s not in the way that she should. It makes her heart jump into her throat, because she never knows what the touch is going to be like; it was becoming too easy to fall into a false sense of security, thinking that that first touch wasn’t going to hurt, but she never knew when the rules were going to change. Her skin quivers wherever his touch lands, her pulse rushing and heat flaring to the surface, but her voice is light, unwavering when she answers him. “They’re fine,” her sable eyes watch him, knowing he doesn’t truly care, but entertaining him with an answer anyway. “They’re beautiful, but I might be biased.”
He withdraws, and she hates herself for the disappointment that flashes through her, fleeting, but there nonetheless. She resists the urge to follow, she fights back the twisted way she craves anything from him, knowing that she would get more than she bargained for soon. Instead, she lets herself get lost in their slow game, lets him play this part where he is almost sweet, almost romantic, almost not the dark god that ripped her eyes from their sockets years ago, and she is the fool that almost falls for it. “I think of you, too,” it was hard not to, when he sporadically blinded her, when his brand was so stark on her hip. “Probably more than you think of me, but I’m flattered to even be a passing thought that you sometimes come back to.” It is said with an almost coquettish smile – almost as if she could be teasing – but the sincerity that laces the words is impossible to hide.
@[Carnage]