I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
She does not flinch from his teeth. That in and of itself is surprising. But as he stares into her gaze, dull gray eyes searching, he finds no pleasure there either. And that is distinctly disappointing.
She speaks then, challenging him with her words. He has never been much of one for flowery speech. He cares very little about beauty. Even before he had been scorched by flame, he had not been handsome. His coat had been scraggly and rough, his tresses thick and tangled. Perhaps one day he might have laid claim to beauty, once his coat had turned to white and his scrawny frame had filled out (he would know, he had seen a version of his future self, and he had been devastatingly beautiful). But now? Now he would never be. Certainly his frame might grow and fill out (for he is still not yet two years old), but it would simply serve to make him a larger monster.
But he would not trade his flame for the world. It is a daily reminder of a beautiful torment, and it had become a part of him. He wears his flame with pride.
When she shows no reaction to his bite, he smiles. And once again the flame bursts from his skin to cover his large frame. He does not remove his now fiery muzzle from her shoulder, not realizing that the flame would singe her skin. Not that he would have reacted differently had he known. The flame has become a part of him, and as such, should he decide to keep her around, she should know the glory of its touch.
”And does pain speak to you? For many it does not. This I have never understood. Pain is life. It is so very simple.”
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie