Sparkle -Pride & Elpis-

Sparkle, There was an undeniable spark about the goddess, something Pride could not ignore when he was looking at her. He was intrigued by her, by her ability to draw life whenever she went, and the untapped power she withheld. He enjoyed when she was looking at him the most. Devotion, expectation, desire. All three of them were mixed into one striking golden look. An intensity he had not seen before, mixed with defiance, indépendance And confidence. She was warm, warmer than he expected her to be. The contact of her skin felt like walking over hot sand at the beach. Unsettling at first and then addictive. Her light fed him. He who was pure darkness. Just like his darkness fed her. She was addicted he had to notice this. Addicted to his touch, his attention, his very voice. He noticed how lit up her face was when she was looking at him. He noticed how his name sent shivers down her spine or how intensely she was staring at him. It was clear he was her world. It was clear she lived for him... Well... used to. This new Elpis was greedy, needy, vibrant. An explosion of life, more than any child of Gaea herself could be. The heir to the goddess of all creation, the next in line. Still blissfully unaware of this. But not to Pride. Not to this version of him. It wasn't just a matter of power, however. She wasn't devoted because he was powerful. It was something else that drove her. Something he still had no real clue of what that was. Asma fell in love with him but how much was the Human and how much was the goddess? Could Asma fall in love again if she met him? She wanted him to succeed, she wanted him to be the rightful ruler. She wanted him to be himself.... was it, love? He could not tell. But he knew the goddess only had eyes for him and that he enjoyed diving deep into her golden eyes, searching answers to questions he didn't know he had.