+there's a beauty in the breakdown
Ruin
Amarxlen
He couldn't help the shiver that raced down his spine, or the way a sadistic thrill made his hands shake and eyes widen with dilated pupils that made him look more than slightly insane.
He couldn't help the cruel chuckle that escaped his pale lips, or the way his shoulders trembled with silent laughter.
And whatever it was, there was something terribly fascinating and beautiful about the way the blonde's actions echoed his own, even if the meaning was something incredibly different.
The way the blonde's hands shook with anger and his eyes widened and his blue sky irises seemed to expand to fill the leftover space.
The way his shoulders shook with rage and the obvious barely contained urge to lash out and bruise pale flesh.
All this happening simultaneously, yet in its own individual moment and as he took all of it in, the raven wondered how long it would take to push the blond over the edge, cocking his head slightly and watching with appraising eyes.
There was something terribly intriguing and striking about the blonde's loud and pain filled voice, the shouted condemnations and whispered sentiments, and inexplicably, the raven suddenly understood what made this whole thing so terribly captivating and attractive.
It was so simple, he wondered how he didn't see it before, but there it was—
The blond was breaking down.
And the whole thing was so terribly fascinating and thrilling and beautiful and different and new that he felt himself being swept away, and he knew the blond could read the intentions in his eyes, so without a word, but with a smirk, he initiated the fight.
I'm going to break you.