The Many Perils of Love at First Sight

In the end it was trying to remove my curse that brought the damn thing to fruition. He appeared in a flash of lightning. Before I had time to take in a single detail my entire body stilled, my lungs seized, and I found I was completely trapped in a moment I didn't have a chance of truly comprehending. I always thought it would be painful when the curse activated, that it would feel like smothering chains. It felt like fire and lightning, something hot and writhing at it's core.

The moment he appeared I felt a snapping sensation in the curse scar. It was like a rubber band dissolving enough to finally break and with it the spell bound wraps that covered half my face lit into a heat-less black flame. I barely registered it though, because my blood felt like it was boiling beneath my skin. By comparison my flesh felt like it had been washed in ice. I'd seen him with my Sense and I knew exactly what had happened. My curse was no longer in a dormant state and I was now hopelessly in love with a creature I hadn't truly laid eyes on...and I do mean hopeless. When the spell hit full power, I lost myself for a time. The power was too great to fathom. Before I had a chance to see with my own eyes darkness gathered at the edges of my vision and swept over me like the tides. It was freeing, it was painful. Bliss and contentment mixed with the ache, mellowing it to a bittersweet mixture that spoke of the human experience.