[first time writing on here so please go easy on me! + english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any possible mistakes. feel free to imagine any of your favs! much love ❦ ]
"He thought some nights while watching the dark sky that you must have fell from there. That the other stars must have pushed you out for being too bright. Your light hiding theirs. He swore to fight them in revenge for you."
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The way you made him feel was terrible. He hated you, so badly. He hated your smile, your gentleness, your soft voice and what he despised the most was the way you got him to smile at you, to greet you and laugh with you. He was never the one to show such softness to someone. Yet here he was, smiling gently at you, softly holding your gaze, fondness in his usual cold eyes.
He was the harsh, punishing winter wind while you were the soft sea breeze. He was the strongest, most feared and rough man of them all, yet in your presence he felt like the most delicate and precious thing in the world. Despite his cold exterior you still got him weak with nothing else than your heart and mind. Why would you treat him like that ? How could you ? How could you stop the aching in his heart so easily ?
Really, he hated that he couldn’t hate you, that he couldn’t stop wanting you. You were home to a homeless man, you were a flag to a nationless man. You were a saint to godless man. You were the universe to him, holding every being, planet, galaxy and possibility in the palm of your hand.
He thought some nights while watching the dark sky that you must have fell from there. That the other stars must have pushed you out for being too bright. Your light hiding theirs. He swore to fight them in revenge for you.
Although, on some other occasions he confided in them, telling them about his affection in hope that maybe your sisters would whisper to you about him. He wanted to spill all of his secrets in your listening and comforting soul. He wanted so badly to succumb and indulge in you, your touch, your heart, your mind, all in hope to find his peace. He wished wholeheartedly to do so, and he hated that. He hated the way you made him feel.
His hands were tainted, he couldn’t feel you without dimming your brightness. A caress would burn you, a kiss would drown you. Yet he couldn’t live without you, he knew it was wrong, so selfish of him to want it, to want you. He knew that if he asked you to stay by his side you wouldn’t refuse. He shouldn’t ask but, oh god, he wanted to, hell, he was going to.
He hated that the cat you were killed the lion he was, that the water of the smallest puddle took down the biggest fire, that the softest breeze made his steel prison crumble and fall to the ground like some mere card castle. He hated that you took down all of his defensive, he was like a knight without his shining armor. The weaker he got, the more powerful you became. He hated the way you made him need you. But now he breathes in you like oxygen and finds himself always craving more. And he loved this feeling.
Now that he has found his saving grace there was no coming back. He loved the way you made him shine with hope. He loved this way of feeling.