Fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the Fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between good and evil.
~ Once Upon a Broken Heart
This close, he was undeniably attractive, and taller than she'd realized. He gave her a real smile, revealing a pair of dimples that briefly made him look more angel than devil. But she imagined even angels would need to beware of him. She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.
"It's you," she whispered. "You're the Prince of Hearts."
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All stories are made of both truths and lies. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
~Once upon a broken heart
"I love you."
He closed his eyes for a split second at those words, the lightness in his chest moving, rolling, until it was weighing him so heavy he couldn't breathe.
He wasn't a believer, but she was his miracle.
He didn't know if what happened inside him where she was concerned was love. It felt wrong to say that. Love was light, love was beautiful, love was pure. What he felt was dark, obsessive, deviant, and utterly possessive. He would kill for her, as he always had, and would die for her.if need be. He would slay her demons and give her the sword to slay them if she wanted. He would hold her close and protect her from anything wanting to tarnish her being.
He wondered if there would ever be an end to this obsession, to this deep, dark need that breathed inside him with her heartbeats. For six years, it had only grown bigger, until it had consumed every single part of him, and he wondered if there was more of him left to consume. It was a marvel, how this tiny girl who had never been on anyone's radar had found herself embraced in the arms of death.
A girl who had crashed into his life, a light glow in the dark, thrusting life into his cold, dead heart.
Now a woman who had beaten odds, every single day, and come out rising on the other side, with so much life inside her he wondered how a single being could contain it. It had been that life that had hooked him, the vitality that fed into his void, the absolute to his abyss.
He had stayed with her when she'd been broken and given her all the tools she needed to gather the pieces. He had glued the pieces together and kissed her scars, making her belong in a way her heart had hungered for so deeply.
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~The Annihilator
The fire, once terrifying, was now her lover, and it was this fire that had purified her, reset her, rekindled her.
-Luna Caine
Cruelty always cut the hand striking the blade.
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."
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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.
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