Aversion
They were like fire and ice.
So blistering was Takumi: his eyes raging with the passion of a thousand wildfires. He was a lava storm. All that was ever in his core was the desire to be better; to turn the opinions of the world upside-down in the grace of his great flames. He was alone; he had not a moment for picayune romance.
So chilly was Corrin: her frigid blade plunging into the souls of the damned and tearing their hearts with a kiss of its cold graze. The moment she abandoned the warmth of her olden family, she adopted the freezing temperature of loneliness and sorrow. She was alone; she had no opportunity for tete-a-tete romance.
He was aversive of her presence. She could turn coats any time.
And yet, those tears that she shed every time her voice faced rejection from her past... They were very much like his.
She knew he had always disliked her.
And yet, those hands that enveloped her bleeding own were so warm; thawing the freezing cold of her lonely heart.
If they were really fire and ice, then how come their lips melded so perfectly together?
If they were really fire and ice, then how come their hearts forgot the meaning of aversion?
