Twin Flames (Riven x OC)

Alex

I'd never understood love. I felt hatred, and everyone always said it danced a fine line between the feeling of love, but I didn't get it. Though maybe a part of me did. They were both extreme ends of human emotion, strong and powerful if either was voiced out loud.

It was funny how speaking of hate was easier than speaking of love.

Telling someone you hate them didn't take nearly as much effort. It didn't feel nearly as vulnerable as saying I love you. Not that I'd ever tried to say it before. I'd never loved anyone and I still didn't. Though I couldn't deny I felt very strongly towards Riven already, though the strength came from a place of anger. The passion in which I circled his own flames came from frustration and maybe even hurt. My hatred for him came from his ability to relinquish my control.

And I don't even think he actively tried to do it.

He made me question my own abilities. I had always thought myself as a fairy that wouldn't ever need a Specialists assistance. I could do things on my own and I wanted to believe I still could, but suddenly the idea of someone having my back with a sword became more inviting, in case he'd completely cloud my mind and I needed someone to save me.

I didn't want someone to save me. I'd fucking save myself. That's how I'd always been. I didn't want to need anyone.

I didn't want to need him.

That may partly be the reason for why I'd picked up the stick and attacked him. Part of it was anger, wanting him to hurt and wanting to prove that I wasn't fucking useless. I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea of me, like I was some damsel that had to be rescued like Rapunzel from her tower. Another part of me wanted to be able to do both, fight with powers and fight with swords.

If one stopped working, if my magic ever failed me like it had started to, I'd rather be prepared.

And who better to do it with than with the one responsible for this mess in the first place?

It was his eyes. They were harsh but beautiful enough to throw yourself into. It felt like drowning, like someone was standing on my chest with all the weight they could manage whilst I desperately clung for every last breath of air. The feeling was strange, like a high but not quite. Like danger, but also like something so familiar that it reminded me of feeling home.

I couldn't remember when I'd last felt that feeling.

He was an enigma to me. I couldn't even begin to understand him. And maybe that's because I really didn't know him at all. I had his name and his face I could pick out of a crowd without fail, but who he was aside from an infuriating asshole, I couldn't tell you.

Riven. What an odd name, yet I couldn't think of anything better for him. It really was his to claim, just as much as his eyes could only ever be his.

The strangest thing about it all though, was how my body seemed to know him like it was part of my own. When we'd moved, fought on the training platform, I could anticipate exactly what he'd do, not because I knew how to fight, but because I knew somehow how he did. Maybe it was luck, but something within me said it was more.

Deep down I already knew him.

It wasn't something I could shake off easily. The feeling of knowing a complete stranger without magic being involved felt like a myth, and maybe it was one. Maybe I was going crazy and would have to reevaluate everything I'd ever come to know because of this stupid fucking teenager that wouldn't get out of my head.

I wonder if he realised that he clouded my thoughts. I wonder if I clouded his too?

It was unlikely, I guessed. I knew I frustrated him. I could feel it practically burn off him and onto me, but I also didn't think he was as conflicted about what was happening to me. I wondered, if he'd been a fairy, if he'd have lost control too, but it seemed unlikely. He was composed, easily able to tease me with a grin that seemed mischievous and ready to play a game I'd never agreed to partake in.