[There always is, he almost says, thoughts echoing her words. There was always a cost to power, to standing above the rest.
To taking it, and holding on with everything in you, to that power. To that sweet lick of true passion and corruption.
When you stop holding back, stop holding on to control so tightly it feels as if you might break from it- when you let go and let the world feel what it is like for a brief moment.]
Yes.
[Because he is. Aleksander. It happened slowly, inches at a time. The layers of everyone else shedding off until there's no one left but himself. Rubbed raw and still bleeding, listening to her slowly breathing in the dark or the warm weight of her in his arms.
Her voice, silken and seductive in his ear.
Fingers still gentle on her face, smoothing away sweat-stuck tendrils of hair from her forehead.]
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To taking it, and holding on with everything in you, to that power. To that sweet lick of true passion and corruption.
When you stop holding back, stop holding on to control so tightly it feels as if you might break from it- when you let go and let the world feel what it is like for a brief moment.]
Yes.
[Because he is. Aleksander. It happened slowly, inches at a time. The layers of everyone else shedding off until there's no one left but himself. Rubbed raw and still bleeding, listening to her slowly breathing in the dark or the warm weight of her in his arms.
Her voice, silken and seductive in his ear.
Fingers still gentle on her face, smoothing away sweat-stuck tendrils of hair from her forehead.]
What did this cost you?