Scaring her!?
"Good!" he snarled, practically in her face.
But then her next words caused his face to scrunch up, his eyes still blazing like a flame.
"Trust!?"
The word gave him a moment to pause...
something tickling at the back of his mind. A thought.. a twist in a sentence...
'Trust me for this...'
A thick man's voice. A shroud of darkness. Then.. this cold world.
Trust.
Is that how he came to be here?
Trust.
He studied Ilona's face, she was so scared.. so terrified...
And he had made her this way.
He set his jaw, eyes still burning. Then he grabbed her, none too gently by the jaw and forced their eyes to meet. He studied her eyes, so deep and pure and ...
the terror- to see it again made something crack. Something primal within to surge as he growled, not unlike a feral animal before crashing his lips against hers, devouring her with such emotion, so raw a feeling he couldn't tame it-
And in that flame, something inside him flittered-
thoughts, feelings, emotions.. memories. It flooded him in such a rush he felt nauseated, off-kilter, but also still raw- like smoke. There were diamonds, glass like ice, swells of kingdoms in the deepest of darkness... and those without beating hearts. His own was beating so rapidly, as if his heart itself was taking a drink of her, his body tingling, as if electrical, inside- churning with a raw excitement that peaked and-
And he pulled himself away savagely and growled,
"If you must be rid of me then trust me..." he panted, eyes still wild, still captured on hers. "we can now part ways."
And he didn't give her a second glance as he stormed away from her, to only the gods knew where.