𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 (t.r)

un

to my king,

could you have warned me, maybe?

that you were this...

this...

this monster?

hello, you said.

i looked up.

and i wish i hadn't.

there you stood, in all your glory.

beautiful and dangerous.

you tilted your head, the action more animalistic than human.

hello, i replied. 

you smiled, no, you smirked.

and i knew then that my life was over.

at least,

the life i had without you.

now i was a pawn,

a pawn in your horrific game of life and death that you played so recklessly it seemed as though you were a joker in a room full of kings and queens but you were still the most royal one of them all. 

what's your name? you asked. 

i smiled. you know my name.

do i? i don't think i do. 

lying doesn't fit your physique, tom riddle. 

your smirk widened. 

alright then kara faye. 

what do you want?

what do i want. a statement, not a question. that's a good question.

don't try to worm your way out of this.

are you brave or are you stupid?

excuse me?

you seem to have a lot of nerve, talking to me like that.

i don't fear death.

maybe that would've been a random thing to say if i were in any other conversation. but this was you, and i knew you wanted to conquer death. we were one and the same, i suppose, if one and the same were opposites. 

why is that? you asked.

death is a gift given to those who never enjoyed living, I smiled bitterly, and life is a prison. 

that's an interesting way to look at it. you decided to answer with that. i could sense that you didn't believe me. 

if you don't want to continue talking to me, i suggest you say it to my face. i told you, some sinister part of me enjoying the way you flinch. 

i never said i didn't want to talk to you. you scrambled, trying to hold together your pride.

no, you didn't. 

and then your mask fell. 

and you walked away.

i followed.