Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin or any of the character's they belong to Disney and co. Please R&R, I'd like to see if I should continue with this couple.
He didn't want this to end, he finally admitted if only to himself, she's the closest to anything good he'd come across in a long time. The edges of his vision were bathed in a dark aura, he'd give up everything if it would keep her here with him. . . But no, that wasn't possible he'd chosen this path of darkness and she accepted that enough to give him a taste of what could have been. His heart, who knew he still had one, beat painfully hard against his chest as she appeared once more, coming through his domain as if she owned it, arrogance and beauty personified in a mere slip of a girl.
He did not speak for fear the dam of his sudden emotion would bust forth and ruin this agreement and his piece of heaven would walk out as quickly as it had come and that would be the end of everything for him. Without her spark of life, ambitious flare and fierce love he'd succumb to his demons and the Citadel would become his tomb as much as anything.
They retreated into his chambers, his sanctuary from the everyday trials of life the undead turning sightless eye's to the sky, an unspoken order to guard the two inside.
The sun rose unmarked, the rise of a new day, a day without his flower besides him. He awoke to the feel of cold silk, the warmth that had been ever present the night before vanished as suddenly as he recalled it, he lazily reached out, fingers pressing down into the mattress where a body had been hours before.
This was their arrangement. . . His only consolation from the darkness that had bled into both their hearts, the warmth of her, the taste of her still clung to him, teasing his senses till he thought he'd be driven mad.
He opened his eye's to see the truth for himself, she had indeed gone, as every day this past year it had been the same routine. She'd visit him at night, their physical needs sated till sunrise and he'd fall into oblivion right before she left, the lightest rays of dawn creeping up on them in the ethereal parts of time, when night turned into day.
The demons that plagued them both would pummel them throughout the day as she ran her kingdom of light, Sultana in every sense of the word. He, ruler of a place that held her worst nightmare. Day and night would bleed together when time suspended itself once more between the hours of twilight, a heavy sense of reprise for both inexplicably drawn together through their link to the darkness. Even though she touched the sun everyday and he had only been blessed with holding it in his arms at night.
He wouldn't trade this for the world, for two vulnerable people in a world of uncertainties, nothing is concrete. But this, the sensation of holding his own little piece of the sun, blazing hot in his hands each night as the world wept dry tears of despair, he was alive for but a moment in time and she felt the kiss of a sorcerer that unbeknown to him held her heart.
Author's Note: Thank you to the two reviewers Liliesandroses and MyahLyah, you've spurred me on to creating another chapter. I appreciate your kind words!