and who cares if i'm coming back alive
so what, at least i had the strength to fight
too much, too much, too much, too much
is never enough
so what, at least i had the strength to fight
too much, too much, too much, too much
is never enough
They are the night's children, amidst the snow that falls and the firelight that dances along the dark of their skins. In their closeness, she is a hurricane's waves crashing against the walls of her body. Breaking, bleeding, bursting. And in the shadows that flirt with the deep mahogany of his frame, Aislinn has become a shining star swallowed in the black hole of his darkness. The stardust that had followed her, hugged her, and cloaked her in silver is now extinguished in the vibrating air that burns between them. And she doesn't care.. she welcomes it.
She had never been afraid of the dark.
Now, Aislinn did not realize how much more she would have rather him equal her rage with his own. After all, she was a stormsinger, a warrior, a guardian, a soldier. She craved bloodshed and bruised knuckles and sweat stinging her eyes. Aislinn needed more, and his silence only coaxed the storm inside her to build and build and build. Further she climbed, and swirled, and wrecked havoc on her soul. The walls of her skin would burst with the hurricane that churned in her center.
And far, far above them, violet billows began to choke the light of the stars as her fury grew and grew. The winds pick up, swirling flurries of ice around her ankles and tossing her mane. They are caught in an invisible funnel, under a building storm. No sounds have rumbled from her throat, save for the silence of her anger and frustration and every tear that has fallen in Reichenbach's name. All she needed was to hum, to sing, to rasp a few notes from the deep of her throat. Even in the dark contrast of night and firelight that encompasses them, the bruised clouds churn dangerously above them. Deep and wonderful and wickedly chaotic. Much like the bright blue of her gaze as she blinks upwards at him through a thick of lashes. A knowing look, one of both beauty and a wildness and a once-love that scorned her.
Her revenge sits on her lips, waiting waiting waiting for release. For thunder to roar in answer to the sobs she had wracked on these same cliffs not moons before. All she needs is a cause.
He finally answers her, and his words break the dam of her self-control.
"Your traitorous heart is an arrow that has pierced many, and you have never once picked up the pieces of the harm you've caused," she seethes, her breath hot through her nostrils, steaming. A musical hum burns in the back of her throat, a welcome rasp that deepens the sky above where they stand. Thunder claps in the clouds that hide Calligo's stars; deafening and an equal match to her blind anger. The lightning that sizzles beneath her skin is like a sweet, sweet drug. Her storm builds, as her gaze locks onto his. Her orbs are blue fires that meet the silver of Reichenbach's. How once, those pools of liquid silver stars made her heart swell.. but now, they are perfect targets for her rage.
Rough winds tangle her hair across the curve of her neck, her face, but still, she doesn't break contact with his eyes. If only he could see.. truly see the pain that he had caused. Not only for herself, but for Florentine, and potentially any other that would fall to the whim of the King of Stars and Smoke. Rain drops slowly fall as the sky opens, kissing her skin in icy pricks that she swear could steam against the heat of her skin. Her lips crack open in a snarl, untamed as another roll of thunder roars. "Will you ever sit back and pick up the pieces of the damage you've created? You are a king, and yet you have treated us like we are no more than playthings."
Aislinn is blind to her anguish, her sorrow; long kept in the cage of her ribs where her broken heart lay mended with twilight strings. Her chin raises, and they are so so close; close enough to share breath. His shadows hold her, drowning her stardust but not her storm. Her hurricane is the mistress of their fates now. And Calligo damn her if she wasn't careful now.
But she would not be careful, not with him, not now. Just as he was not careful when she had offered her heart to him on a silver platter under Calligo's sea of stars. "Answer me, Reichenbach," Aislinn demands, her breaths shallow. Violent. "Or do the people who have loved you mean nothing to you now?"
@reichenbach no worries darling ♡ and here, have a temperamental Ash xD
"Aislinn speech."
