[Of course he hates it. What he hates most is how true it is. Lobelia's love feels like acid. It sinks into him, burns him, eats away at his core. There is no true antidote for this poison, is there?]
[He stares down at this lovesick man, mind driven to insanity from lust and violence and obsessesion. How easy to pin it all on Lobelia, though-! As if he had no role to play in this! Man is the maker of his own sins, after all. Lobelia is a living breathing incarnation of that, like a boa constrictor more than happy to bind him and crush him slowly under the weight of his coils.]
[His chest heaving, he slides his unbloodied hand through his own hair, an agitated expression.]
...If you really love me, leave me alone.
[Restraint. Pull the reins back. Fire to ice. His eyes prick with a sort of dull pain as he turns, heart racing, to walk away from this. He knows its futile.]
[But the more he stays in the other's presence, the more it feels like a magnet threatening to pull them together until oblivion.]
you're playing lobelia i am playing an innocent old man
[He stares down at this lovesick man, mind driven to insanity from lust and violence and obsessesion. How easy to pin it all on Lobelia, though-! As if he had no role to play in this! Man is the maker of his own sins, after all. Lobelia is a living breathing incarnation of that, like a boa constrictor more than happy to bind him and crush him slowly under the weight of his coils.]
[His chest heaving, he slides his unbloodied hand through his own hair, an agitated expression.]
...If you really love me, leave me alone.
[Restraint. Pull the reins back. Fire to ice. His eyes prick with a sort of dull pain as he turns, heart racing, to walk away from this. He knows its futile.]
[But the more he stays in the other's presence, the more it feels like a magnet threatening to pull them together until oblivion.]