I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He doesn’t know his bitter anger weakens her. Of course, even if he had known, it would not have stopped him. There is too much of it inside him, crowding out everything else that might have tried to rise. But even before it had swelled to such monstrous proportions, he had not been kind or forgiving. Even then, he’d had little pity to give.
Even his love is a tainted, festering thing. Something no one should want or seek. As tiny and pitted and shriveled as it is, it lies buried far too deep beneath the swells of black despair to ever be uncovered. She would have to dig very deep indeed to find it. Only one creature had ever dug that deep, and he has no doubt she regretted it.
It’s not only you, it’s everyone, she says, and something inside him snaps. His lips curl into a sneer and he steps aggressively forward, wings lifting from his sides. “What an arrogant fucking thing to say.”
She has turned to him now, confusion and determination in her strange white gaze. He stalks forward, erasing the distance between them in a few easy strides. She is not small or cowering, but still he looms, caught in the swells of his own bleak fury. His own arrogance, so like the one he had accused her of.
He is close now, crowding her, dark eyes fixed on her gentle white ones. “The only way I will ever find any damned peace,” he snarls at her, gaze sparking as it holds hers, “is to be someone else.” He shifts close, his lips hovering close enough to her cheek that she would be able to feel the heat of his breath. “Or in death.” His words are soft, but there is nothing gentle about them. “But even that isn’t afforded to me.”
And it’s true, almost. Because he had found peace once in a dream. A distant dream he prefers never to remember again.
@neuna