richard siken sentence starters.
kill for her. die for her. REGARDLESS – WHAT BLISS! what feeble words, truly. can their actions not demonstrate the seriousness of these forsaken vows? amidst bitterness and childish resentment towards one another ( in these badlands; in the lion’s den – where only POWER and CONTROL reign in an ongoing power ) there’s affection, an addiction. an unspoken fear that trembles within, this idea of permanent separation. to be without her warmth if only for a day, to have their bodies separated from this embrace and their secretly shared cell hollow save for a lingering physical being —- HOLLOW. half dead without the other —- or to envision themselves carrying forward for a single day after such loss … no. he’ll drive his sword into himself before parting from her.
but to hear these vows, this promise reciprocated leaves him STUNNED. i love you. all at once he is mute and perhaps for good reason. i love you. (i love you) i love you. words like those are dangerous. words like those do not tread lightly upon black ice and rarely do they ever fare well. they bode a toxic euphoria of empty promises about permanence and a sense of belonging. BUT THEIR LIVES ARE ENTWINED BY VIOLENCE. death lingers and it waits with exuberant patience for the inevitable.
❛ then LIVE. ❜ he demands of her, compromised by a shaking jaw and astonishment threatening to overwhelm his stoic expression. he knows she is only repulsed by the sight of adoration, it is a sign of weakness. it is a reminder of her own. it does not change the severity of his words, because when he looks upon her ( his sight only a VOID; dark, diminished. nothingness – but he tries to envision something ) he sees only stubbornness and arrogance, an assurance she will follow through these words. oh my sweet, my sweet darling fool.
❛ live for me, as i do for you. ❜