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Like called to like.
The words he so often told Alina with surety was now plaguing his dreams. He had a taste of eternity, passing insignificant lives lost and slipping through his fingers like dust, and his early past was but a blur in his mind now, his memory failing to keep up with his lifespan. But his intent was clear. Secure the sun summoner and wield her power to achieve the world peace he has always dreamed of for centuries. She was so stubborn and naive, falling into his mind traps and manipulations time and time again- the folly of being hundreds of years younger than the Darkling was. He was the one with the upper hand. Knowledge, power, experience- it was all heavily weighed in his favour. He was sure of his eventual victory. It was a matter of time and she would be back in the palm of his hand, her soft cheeks resting so fittingly between his fingers.
Like called to like.
She was drawn to him, whether she liked it or not. The rope of destiny was knotted and tied between their lives ever since the Darkling began his search for the sun summoner. She longed for him in her sleep, in her waking hours. And he answered- every single time. He drifted close to her, soaking up her presence and the faint aura of light that only he could feel and see emanating from Alina. She has stopped fighting his visits a many a time ago- only glimpses of fear that the Darkling was surprised he was still a little stung by and tired, defeated eyes.
Like called to like.
Now his end of the knot tied to their fate was tightening. His too vivid dreams of his Alina running away into the darkness with her light that brought some semblance of a sun into his often dark bleak dreams, and being twisted and sucked Into a vortex of darkness as he struggled to claw his way back towards the dimming light had the Darkling awake with a sheen of sweat on his brow. He knew his pull to her was eventually going to strengthen- but he found himself shirking his duties to hover close to Alina for hours at a time, too often.
Like called to like.
He wanted her because she was a sun summoner, because their fates were tied. There would be no other like them. His longing to have the small of her back secured in his left hand and the soft curve of her neck caressed in the other was a by-product. It was a ploy to have her fall into his whims. And It worked, until that Otkazat'sya stepped in the way. However, he was simply an obstacle- one he wanted to stab 42 times- but an obstacle none the less.
Baghra called him insane and twisted and he accepted and embraced that. He cared for none who stood in the way of his sun summoner. And oh, she would soon be his again.