04.burning
Someone once said that freezing to death is, perhaps, the most pleasant death. It is said that, once the cold settles in and the mind realizes the body will die from this, warmth spreads over the flesh. There have been rumors that even as ones skin turns blue and ices over, they feel as if the flames of a fire are licking over them, embracing them and carrying them forth into the sweetest of deaths.
Perhaps that is why he is as he is, a dual master of both the fire and the ice. He is dying, killing himself with his actions, dooming himself to eternity. He lives his life freely, does what amuses him the most. Perhaps that is what has drawn her to him; she always was a fool for complexity. She thrilled in their banter, his passion and his uncaring stares. She felt as though she had evolved beyond simple human feeling when he touched her, kissed her, ran his disgusting fingers over her perfect body.
And perhaps that is why I hate him, standing in his shadow. I can see her flush when she emerges from his chambers, her girlish, foolish grinning. She thinks she has done something, that she has made he who cannot feel...feel. She is a stupid little creature, fumbling blindly for his hand, convincing herself that she has melted his heart and doused his fire.
There is something to be said for hatred, the firey passion I feel when I stare upon him, after he has taken what is rightfully mine. I can feel my hands around his throat, choking the very life out of him as I stare into his eyes, my fists clenched tightly. He smirks at me, his arms crossed over his chest loosely. How dare he, I wonder, how dare he stand there so calmly.
Someone once said that hatred was a twisted form of love, and the true opposite of love was indifference. As I stalk across the floor, grabbing his face in my hands, I wonder what sort of sick soul would realize that. And as my lips fall against his, crushing him and claiming him, I can only wonder what sort of sick soul I must be to agree.
What a lovely way to burn.
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(author's note: I didn't intend for this one to happen, honestly. I've never toyed with the idea of Vexen/Axel, but it seemed a logical progression as this drabble came into being. I'd really like some feedback on this one, most of all. Heh.)