2008-08-13
Drabble #36
He wanted to win. He desperately wanted to win against him, and yet no matter how much that desperation moved him to greater heights, the blonde was always one step ahead of him.
They were matching forces in almost every way. He acted the part of the darkness. The other was the light. From clothing to hair to personalities, they were opposites in the ways that mattered and perfectly mixed in the ways that would have caused them to move apart.
Blake wasn't sure when their colors started to mix or when things all began to change. When the aura around his other half started to dim and grow dark, he noticed it. He noticed everything about the other man but nothing in himself. Had he drawn Blaine down with him? Was the person who kept him so alive weighted down to the depths with him? When had he stopped looking up and started looking down at the man who was sinking below the dark waves? As the other faded, he grew brighter, and it was laughable that he didn't see it.
They still looked the same aside from a few years of maturity, but it became obvious to anyone who looked that the colors had inverted. The white had become the black, and the darkness had become the light.
It seemed like it had happened so quickly. Blake knew that wasn't the case. He knew that the bastard of an Uncle had something to do with it. The months they had spent apart had created the wide gap he had slowly managed to fill what seemed so long ago. He felt the desperation coming back. The need to push forward, refusing to go back to how it had been, but his own desires were nothing compared to his other half's, and it sought to consume him in its need.
It felt right when they had joined. So right. Nothing could ever be wrong about the way it felt when they finally crashed together, as if it should have always been that way. He felt the joy and it overrode the unease of seeing the uninhibited side. The light that seem to be sucking the life out of him.
It didn't take him long to realize that they were two shells and their cores had been switched. Blaine struggled to regain the light he had had; the light that had been taken from him. Blake would have given it, wanted to, but it could never be. The pleasure turned to pain as their joining became more like a violation and he cried out. The hands that had been so full of life now seem to burn him and the mouth that had been so sweet to him turned bitter.
It was an eternity. An eternity in a hell that felt so twisted yet still make his body convulse with the pleasure of being complete. It was wrong, but it was too late, and the damage done could only be healed with time. Looking at the man that had once been his sun, he felt it returning. The need to run after him, even if he had to go back to do it...
They were matching forces in almost every way. He acted the part of the darkness. The other was the light. From clothing to hair to personalities, they were opposites in the ways that mattered and perfectly mixed in the ways that would have caused them to move apart.
Blake wasn't sure when their colors started to mix or when things all began to change. When the aura around his other half started to dim and grow dark, he noticed it. He noticed everything about the other man but nothing in himself. Had he drawn Blaine down with him? Was the person who kept him so alive weighted down to the depths with him? When had he stopped looking up and started looking down at the man who was sinking below the dark waves? As the other faded, he grew brighter, and it was laughable that he didn't see it.
They still looked the same aside from a few years of maturity, but it became obvious to anyone who looked that the colors had inverted. The white had become the black, and the darkness had become the light.
It seemed like it had happened so quickly. Blake knew that wasn't the case. He knew that the bastard of an Uncle had something to do with it. The months they had spent apart had created the wide gap he had slowly managed to fill what seemed so long ago. He felt the desperation coming back. The need to push forward, refusing to go back to how it had been, but his own desires were nothing compared to his other half's, and it sought to consume him in its need.
It felt right when they had joined. So right. Nothing could ever be wrong about the way it felt when they finally crashed together, as if it should have always been that way. He felt the joy and it overrode the unease of seeing the uninhibited side. The light that seem to be sucking the life out of him.
It didn't take him long to realize that they were two shells and their cores had been switched. Blaine struggled to regain the light he had had; the light that had been taken from him. Blake would have given it, wanted to, but it could never be. The pleasure turned to pain as their joining became more like a violation and he cried out. The hands that had been so full of life now seem to burn him and the mouth that had been so sweet to him turned bitter.
It was an eternity. An eternity in a hell that felt so twisted yet still make his body convulse with the pleasure of being complete. It was wrong, but it was too late, and the damage done could only be healed with time. Looking at the man that had once been his sun, he felt it returning. The need to run after him, even if he had to go back to do it...