Crumble | Amara & Faust
@udamara
They had warned him. Yet, like the beautiful scales of a snake that mesmerizes one as the snake strangles it’s prey, her visage distracted him. Her fangs sharp, painful. Her venom, effective.
He had a way out. Even victims of a snake-bite could saved themselves by administering an anti-venom. Yet, he had tossed it away. He tossed salvation away... for her.
She has more beneath what she is showing. He argued. She has the potential to be so much more. They laughed, such is the amazing power of love.
Holding roses that were slightly worn and damaged. Faust had endured the beatings of the guards for their whimsy, after all, their orders were to never kill him, there was nothing said about hurting. He held them close to his chest, protecting them from the onslaught of violence. After the jeers, after they had grown tired of hurting him, they left.
Trying to make himself as presentable as possible, covering the winces and frowns caused by the bruises on his body with a bright smile, Faust approached Amara.
“Hey...” He spoke gently, making the dark bruises on his jaw seem lighter from the glow on his face, just from seeing her. “I got roses.”