"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful but annihilating." - Sylvia Plath
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When the moon comes is the only time he'll see her.
He lives in the darkness - since the day he was born, it has consumed him. Really, has he ever known anything else? The proof is in his name, in the mark on his lower left arm that poisons his blood. It is in his family, in the crimes he commits in someone else's name, in the air he breathes. He has know nothing else.
It only makes sense he'll see her in the darkness. (Sometimes, it feels as though there is even something wrong about that). But she agrees, every time, without fail. And he doesn't feel like a bad person, no - you would expect the guilt to consume him, eat him alive, but it doesn't. There is no regret, he thinks, in taking something that makes you feel good.
When the moonlight hits her, she's breathtaking. They twist and they turn and when the moonlight doesn't hit her anymore, and there's only a flash of pale blonde against his dark hair, they are back to the darkness. The cold stone digs into his bare feet and he wonders, only briefly, what he's doing here, what her husband would say.
(That's before he finds that he really doesn't care.)
He almost - almost - wonders what he's doing in the darkness, because if this is the light, the moonlight casting a glow on her face, he never wants to leave.
a/n - Blackcest, ha. Many thanks to Amber for the quote and pairing inspiration. :) WC: 265.
