“I’ll always leave you,” she says, fever-hot and desperate against his skin, like a threat; like a promise.
And she does, time and time again, for years, for decades, for long enough that he forgets to wait for her; long enough that he’s surprised somehow, just a bit, every time she comes back sharper-edged, leaner, a little less left of her to be honed.
“You’ll always come back to me,” he tells her, her face held between his hands, shadows blurring her lines, and smiles at the flare in her eyes; a promise, a threat.
So Bitter and So Beautiful (S&B, The Darkling/Alina)
And she does, time and time again, for years, for decades, for long enough that he forgets to wait for her; long enough that he’s surprised somehow, just a bit, every time she comes back sharper-edged, leaner, a little less left of her to be honed.
“You’ll always come back to me,” he tells her, her face held between his hands, shadows blurring her lines, and smiles at the flare in her eyes; a promise, a threat.