One moment, the locking of eyes across an empty hall. Need, need is there in her hazel eyes, pure desire along with fear. Secrets cloud his normally clear eyes, but the same need, the same desire, is present in him.
The seconds pass slowly, so exquisitely slowly, and there is nothing but her and him, him and her, them. Only they matter; only they exist. The Frigid One is nothing more than something conjured, something embodying everything she hates and fears and envies. no, that being is gone. Those hates are removed, and only the pair of them remain. They look so deeply, drinking heartily from the spring of each others' souls. So much is absorbed in that instance, yet there will not be enough taken.
She glances away. Their connection is broken. Both hearts cry in despair, yearning for the absolute sustenance that only the other heart can provide. Never have either of them felt such pain, such a ripping in their chest, but still they swallow it, as humans are wont to do, and continue on.
He will damn his paths not taken, while she will damn her own weakness in loving him.
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