it’d once been a void, a hole in the center of her chest that she’d desperately tried to fill. first with things, then with people –– she’d always imagined the silhouette of a person, a little cookie cutter outline like x marking the spot.
legs crossed, hands folded, demure smile plays like a melody over lips. she wonders if perhaps he is who she’s been waiting for all this time. not an equal but something better, something elusive and without a name. close to two halves of a whole –– or two sides of the same coin. good and bad in equal parts, a balancing act in the form of a dance.
“ now, let's not rush this, handsome. ” it’s meant to be all coy and charm, sweet as can be. a poison-laced apple and all that.
he is bait on a lure, tantalizing but terribly dangerous. she regards him with care, as if he’s a serrated blade wrapped neatly and tied with a bow. the metallic taste of her split lip reminds her that for all of his good intentions, there's blood on his hands and she wonders idly –– who poses the bigger threat? him, for refusing to play her game or her, for forcing him anyway?
