“I know the truth in your heart. The loneliness. The growing knowledge of your own difference.” He leaned in closer. “The ache of it."
I tried to hide the shock of recognition that went through me. "I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, but the words sounded false to my ears.
I tried to turn away, but he reached out and took hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was so close I could feel his breath. “There are no others like us, Alina,” he whispered. “And there never will be.”
no but imagine this: the grisha trilogy…. as a ballet. it’s already got the russian aspect. it’s steampunk so it’ll have incredible costumes. it supposedly takes place in the early 20th century so the orchestral composition would be stunning. not to mention, the darkling and alina have that sorrowful relationship where they contrast one another but still bear the same burden which reminds me of swan lake. okay I’ve said my piece, someone please make this happen now.
Title: all this and more Summary: You should have known better. / Alina&Darkling, for Alarkling Week Day Four: “Rule”
“You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.” ~Warsan Shire
You should have known better.
Did you think it would be easy? You have gone unchallenged for too long, gone soft. Foolish, to hold your hand to the sun and expect not to get burned. There wasn’t enough room for both of you in these skies, and still you wanted her, thought you could swallow her blaze and not have it damage your insides somehow. And now here you are, with a shred of her trapped inside you, battling against its cage. It wants to rejoin her. Can you feel it, her pull? Like calls to like.
Dear Darkling Is your favorite food still anything that's sweet? ;) - Alina
My Dearest Alina,
What are these games? What is it you want to hear from me? That you are the sweetest thing to have come into my life? Because you, my Alina, are the sweetest thing to ever have come into my life. I could eat you right up, as the otkazats'ya say, you are so saintsdamned sweet. Too sweet. Bittersweet, even. Sometimes you’re just bitter. Ah, my treasured Alina, how you wound me.