FAMILIARITY, EXCITEMENT, LOVE … it all curls within her core, a provocation of barely-tamed emotions eliciting the monstrous voices in her head. telling her to join her former lover in wicked schemes. nonetheless, maintains a rather unimpressed disposition as aiden’s magic pulses across the air, and he attempts to reel her in with words he knows she has been dying for. there’s a minute lift to one corner of her mouth, a terrible half-smirk. smoldering gaze crawls down his frame, bloodied and rumpled, taking him in. then, a callous response, “oh please. if i did fuck you, you wouldn’t enjoy it.”
she’s promising torture; long bouts of submission, him bowing to her will and her knife. the very thought of it stirs her so much that her gaze clouds for a moment, focus only returning at the sounds of wailing. bloody tears roll down, staining silvia’s hand. silvia’s features crinkle with disgust, attention ripped away from aiden.
this should’ve been the most satisfying confrontation for her, and yet, it’s all so rushed. murder, horcrux, aiden. she’d had a plan to keep everything meticulously sorted – but emotion takes over. georgina doesn’t even deserve to breathe in the same space as her and aiden, and so an already deeply tarnished blade plunges into georgina’s backside, beneath the bones of her shoulder blades. indifference continues sweeping across silvia’s features; just another casual evening of her getting what she fucking wanted. and then, lithe hand comes around with the blade, plunging it straight into georgina’s chest next, feeling her spasm in pain whilst choking on what little breaths she had left. when silvia finally rips the dagger out, georgina’s thrown to the floor and tossed away like the afterthought she is. there’s only a short moment of time to savor the kill, however.
the next target – a curse in the flesh.
relief did not find her. she has to kill aiden, before he can destroy her. ( remember your purpose, sil. ) her purpose was glory and power. with insignificant underlings kissing at her feet, acknowledging her as the dark lord they all needed. aiden never truly believed in her ambitions, anyway. so why would she ever need him?
yet, when fists curl into his splayed open shirt, and she’s pushing him back, back, until he’s pinned up against a bookshelf … her heart won’t stop badly fluttering. she’s never been a stoic individual, and that was especially the case in his presence. nevertheless, hand whips up and presses the tip of crimson-drenched blade to his chin. and he’s already a glorious mess, chest dripping red with her name. “your turn,” silvia threatens lowly, chest heaving as her pulse wildly flares. but then she’s gazing into ocean blue eyes so familiar, and it’s gut-wrenching that who she sees staring back at her was actually the younger aiden – the boy who took her hand and walked with her through rose gardens, and swore his love even before they turned into this.
suddenly, it’s hard for her to breathe again.
“so it’s really … it’s really you?”
everything shatters. her voice. her murderous intent.
a sheen of moisture washes over deeply wounded brown eyes.
and he’s no longer hers, but she would die to hear him say ‘i love you’ one last time.
deep breaths. anger. she will lean into anger when there is nothing else left. her head shakes slowly, rage returning to those pretty browns. and maybe it’s unsteady, uneasy, but she manages to threaten with a dangerous little smile, “we’re still at war, orlov. nothing’s changed. and you will lose.”
the body is a battle ground.
he knows what she means. a bloodsport. a bloodletting ( purging him of thoughts of another, a declaration of loyalty ).
what happens next does not take him by surprise. the nonchalant splitting of skin, silver darkening further. it’s beautiful — the brutal elegance in silvia’s actions. he can only look at her with twisted adoration. sparing no thought for the crumpled form at their feet. what does take him by surprise, however, is realising what ritual this killing is becoming a part of.
his beloved is full of surprises. he hopes she succeeds — hopes she gets what she wants. for he can almost feel it. the taint on her heart, radiating his own dark magical signature. but before he can really think of its implications, she has him backing up against the bookshelf.
despite him towering before her, he feels like he’s on his knees before her. “it really is me, sil.” heart breaks again and again at the tears in her eyes. it comes crashing down — all the despicable things he had done and said to her under the spell’s grasp. all the ways he had hurt her. he finds it hard to breath for a moment, self-loathing almost suffocating, but aiden manages to pull himself together ( threads fraying, pieces barely linking together ). “my darling...” looks at her like he’s seeing her for the first time after years apart. he wouldn’t admit it, but his eyes sting with guilt && regret.
what does this mean for them? he’s not so naive to believe that things would go back to the way they were, but he couldn’t entertain the thought of being parted for her. refuses to. he would do anything to have her back. even if it means cutting himself on her blade again. even if it means becoming her prometheus, tormented in chains.
desperation edges in when aiden sees her shaking her head. but he understands. rage is comforting. rage is dependable. rage will never betray you. it is to them as breathing is — when nothing else is left, there is always rage.
“stop,” he tells her, ignoring her threat. “stop it.” he can’t bear this. the way she looks at him — so wounded yet so ready to leave him behind enemy lines. “don’t be like this, sil. whatever happened, it wasn’t me. we can talk about it.” there’s no pretences, no masks. and he attempts rationality for once. but is it too late? “we are not at war. tell me how we can be at war when i love you and will move heaven && earth for you.” feels blood dripping down his chest; silvia a raw, bloodied declaration on his chest. presses close to her, doesn’t mind the way the blade threatens to cut into him again. “fuck, i’m in love with you.”
he feels her slipping from his fingers. “it has only ever been you, this you must know.” and he’s referring to those days in their childhood. the way he looked at her even back then. the way he would loathe other boys who competed for her affection. the way only she understood him and truly saw him for who he was.
lifts a trembling hand to her heart. doesn’t dare sully her with his touch, so his hand hovers an inch above. “i can feel it. it’s insidious...” it nearly breaks him to know he almost killed her. all because of a girl who wanted to play queen. if georgina didn’t lay bleeding, aiden would have gladly shown her death. “i will fix this.” doesn’t care if the horcrux works, he wants to erase all evidence of the harm he caused her. “let me fix this, sil. i won’t lose you.”
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