Lonely
"You fight against me so hard, yet I can see your desire to give in. What are you holding back? Why?" she whispered against his throat, fingers digging into the lapels of his coat as if to keep him there from vanishing.
"I am fighting against loss, you silly girl." He hissed. "I'm fighting against this moment because moments are fleeting. Moments slip though your fingers with the barest of ease, shining like glitter in your palm for but a moment before you even realize they've floated away. And you're left with not but the remains, haunting you, rubbing off onto everything you are until all of you shimmers with remembrance."
Sarah made no move to comfort him, merely allowing her arms to drop from his coat as he placed his head against the crook of her neck, fingers painfully tight on her biceps. She allowed him this, because he needed it.
"You don't realize how painful those moments are until they've gone; glitter like glass. The shards imbedding when they stick, painful points of time that brand you. Altering you, in that you can never become who you were before. You taint me."
"But is that taint really so bad?" she asked softly. "Would you really forget me had you the option?"
He was quiet for a time before replying. "No, but I dream of it sometimes. I dream of freeing myself from your memory. From the piece of you that have become a part of me. I was a king before you, Sarah mine, and I am now but a slave at your feet."
Note: This is for The Hatter Theory, to whom I promised an update if she finished the last of her 100 drabbles Nova. This was an emotional chapter for me; the reasons for it are my own, but it was extremely hard for me to finish.