A/N: Another short-ish piece of my self-issued challenge! :) Hope you will enjoy it!
Royai anyone? ;)
Like a Moth to Flame
"Thus hath the candle singd the moath," -'The Merchant of Venice', 1596, William Shakespeare
Irresistibly and dangerously attracted to something or someone.
She was drawn to him like a moth was to a flame.
She knew if she would get close she would get burned.
And she did.
But his burn was soothing, not scalding.
His burn protected her, not destroyed her.
She supposed she was just like a moth and he the flame.
They both knew they couldn't be together, yet they couldn't deny their attraction.
They knew if anyone found out, if they got too close, it would destroy them.
And yet, they persevered.
Not because they didn't know that, what they had, was dangerous. A bond that could possibly mark the end.
But because they couldn't help but be drawn to each-other.
Just like a moth to a flame.
I'd follow you to hell if you ask me to.
See you guys in the next chapter! :)