She had changed since then, evolved, grown. Like a tree that had been cut and ravaged and pulled until nothing remained for the eye to see. He hadn't seen the ripped roots, the bleeding stump, the utter destruction. No, he had seen life. He had taken the single root, put it in a controlled, safe environment, and fed sunlight and water and affection in his own way until a new shoot had emerged, new roots had planted, new flowers had bloomed.
"You're the oxygen that feed mh flames- without you, my existence is questionable."
- Dain Blackthorne
She'd confessed to him how insecure she felt. The next morning, he had taken her to the closet, and stood behind her. Brining up his hands, he had told her to close her eyes. She had, and immediately something cold, metallic had touched the skin around her neck. She had opened her eyes to see a gold, thin choker around her neck, the metal warming to her body temperature.
"Just like your hair tie, When you feel that insecurity, touch this, remind yourself who claimed you, remind yourself of the last six years and how I never let you go once, and ask yourself if you ever think I'd let you go now. The world could tilt on it's axis, flamma, and I'd still be the most certain thing in your life."
They were perfect she and him- her soul full of emotion and light and his of void and dark. And somehow, even with this void and his dark, she didn't lose her innate ability to emote, to shine, to warm. She felt like the fire he had needed in the midst of winter on the streets, when he'd been freezing and there had been nothing to warm him. That's what his life had been like endless winter with no warmth in sight, and somehow he had accepted the frost into himself. And she, that night he had been about to deliver a death, had instead delivered life in his hands trusting him with her most precious possession.
"There will never be anyone else."
"Even I choose another?"
"If you ever choose another, make sure you kill me first. Because I will annihilate the fucking world before I let you go."
~The Annihilator
"What does love mean for you?" she asked, curious and cautious.
"If there was any love in this world of mine, Lyla.It would be you.
Her heart stopped.
"Dainn,"
She whispered, knowing this wasn't something he would just say casually, knowing it meant something.
"I am darkness.I live it, I breathe it, I am it. There is no redemption, no emotion, nothing for me Nothing but you. You're the moon to my dark night, flamma. You're the only thing in this black sky that can thrive when I swallow everything else whole. The stars don't exist in this space. Just you and I. You need me to glow and I need you to exist. It's simple as that."
🖤
Her parents named her "Luna" but she was abducted as a child and the organization named her "Lyla" and Dainn nicknamed her "Flamma" and I don't know if you guys can understand it but it all is connected so beautifully 🖤
She shattered.
She felt her shoulders shake, her chin quivering, the old tears on her cheek joined by others and she tilted her head back screaming her pain to the sky.
And it felt glorious.
She screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat felt raw crying and thrashing for minutes and hours she didn't know. She cried and cried until she couldn t anymore, until her breath got short and she began to hiccup.
The black hole opened wider inside her mind, asking her to fall into it again. It didn't hurt when she went into the black hole. She didn't feel the pain tearing at her when she was consumed. She slowly felt herself succumb, wanting the numbness it brought her, if only for a while.
"How how did you know?" she stuttered, because there was nothing she had ever verbalized or expressed to anyone, innocuous and intense little things.
"I know you, flamma," he reminded her. "The deepest desires of your heart, the softest secrets of your soul, the meanest moments in your mind. I know them all, I own them. Every desire, every secret, every thought."
-Shadowman
She needed to feel safe to heal, and no one would make her feel safer than he would. Because they had conscience, morals, ethics, and he? He had her.
She could never be anyone else's. She'd been claimed by a devil in the shadows long before anyone could bring her to light.
She closed her eyes, and let black hole swallow her whole.
She was the black hole and the black hole was her, endless nothingness with no capacity for light.
She felt nothing; she spoke nothing; she saw nothing.
She just stared at the cracked ceiling, recognizing the cracks withing herself, widening, sharpening, lengthening.
"Touch her and you die," he remarked quietly. "Touch her worse, die worse. It's a simple thing, isn't it? I don't know why you didn't understand it."
🖤
He was going to test her trust, take every little ounce that she had in her capacity, until her body, her mind, her fucking soul believed in how important she was.
She was it
She was the reason.
She saw him for who he was, and she melted for him. She hated him, and yet she trusted him. What had begun as intrigue had turned into fascination, slowly morphing into a fixation, culminating in an obsession so deep he was incomplete without it.
And one day very soon, she would be entirely his.
-Shadowman
"I trust you,"
"That's exactly what sealed your fate all those years ago."
She knew that. She had trusted him with something important and he had never let her escape since.
"Your trust, flamma, is the most addictive drug."
"I won't give you more of it,"
"You will. Every atom in your body sings for me too."
~The Annihilator
"The world isn't ready to see who I would become if this-" his thumb pressed on her pounding pulse "-ever stops."
This was the thing she couldn't explain within herself. Sometimes, she caught sight of random, potentially lethal objects and immediately. her brain conjured up the image of what it would be like to use it on herself. That knife, for example, would be so easy, the sharp side of the blade going over the veins just once, so simple to put a full stop to it all. They would find her in the room, her white expensive shirt soaked in blood that matched her hair, a smile on her face for the first time as she said goodbye.
-Lyla
"Your voice makes my atoms sing."
-The Shadowman
🖤
Though she wasn't a blaze yet, only an ember, she was his.
One day, she would be an inferno, and he would be the devil who controlled it.
She lives in the shadows. He rules them.
She's the moon, and he the dark night encompassing her.
She's surrounded by demons, and he's the biggest devil of them all.
And she's his.
~ The Annihilator
As though feeling his gaze, she looked up. Her eyes swept the crowd of well-dressed men, going straight to the shadowed corners, knowing that's where he stayed. He liked that.
He saw the moment she saw his silhouette, a mix of hatred and betrayal etched on her face for everyone to see. Her hands Fisted at her sides. His obsession deepened.
A man from the front bid on her and won. Her flame hair whipped behind her as she left the stage.
He followed, knowing who he would kill tonight.
She was his toy to play with after all.
(I'm going to love The shadowman like crazy)
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