❛ you split me open in the most honest way there is. ❜ // fierclyscarlet
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Honest. Was that the word? He might have expected something with a bit more of a negative connotation, though he supposed his own mind’s eye happened to be a bit biased.
There were moments where he could see the walls come down—her facial expression remained in its porcelain casing, lips resting in their neutrality and brows relaxed as they often would be, but those eyes gave her away every single time. Shining, dripping, bleeding emotion that would soak him from the top of his head, to his shoulders, to his waist, to his knees, and seep into his boots. It was a thick, warm amaranth, and the veil would cancel his ability to decipher which of them it belonged to. If scalding was not enough, if peeling skin away from bone was not painful enough, it would pierce his chest and rest within the hollow cavity where his heart should be.
And he would endure it, every single moment of it, because that meant that he could stand and bear witness to Erza in her rawest form, even if only momentarily; even if it was a privilege he would never be able to earn. The purity, the light, was a starburn on his skin, a shade of pink that he would gladly wear forever if it meant he’d been just close enough to be burned, yet far enough that the blood on his hands could not sully something so true.
“I believe it is our blessing and our curse to be so receptive of one another,” he found himself saying. It was the same generic, emotionless garbage he always found falling out of his mouth, because he very well could not say the things that he wished to.
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