A birthday giftfic for Ariana Ethaitrius. 210 words for a happy 21th! Lots of love my dear :)
(they were meant to fall together like twisted dark angels)
January 1996
Her prison's walls have crashed down, and there she lies, at his feet.
Gaunt face, messy hair and wide crazed eyes, she stares up at him, drinking in his presence, his electrifying charisma.
"Welcome back, my Bella," he says. "Welcome back."
He leans in to kiss her.
(she can't breathe)
July 1996
She writhes on the floor.
(It only took one failure and his angel, his martyr became the source of his loathing)
She cries out, in despair and wordless agony.
He lowers his wand.
They stare at each other, merciless bloody eyes inro dark pools glistening with tears.
(he can't forgive)
July 1997
Her family has fallen from grace.
It hurts oh so much: all she can read in her Lord's eyes by now is wrath, mockery and contempt.
(it's breaking her inside)
He humiliates her in front of all his followers, and she looks down, biting her lip hard.
(she can't cry)
January 1998
Victory is there, some would think. He rules the world by now, her glorious Lord.
(but danger remains, lurking in the shadows)
(the Boy Who Lives)
He hides it well, but still she can feel his anguish.
He allows her warmth to help him go on.
(but he can't win)