Conflict of Control

With a lack of imagination he had never experienced before, he took one more step towards the exploding light. What was to come should be better than what had passed. He had experienced her as unbearingly selfish und cunning, tossing around with her feelings and deafening everyone with her loud screams in a world of silence. But he was unlucky enough to be a victim of her unmagical spell, which had transformed him into a person he did not recognize, let alone a person he could accept. So for now, the exploding light seemed pretty fine and liberating in a way.

Spells were not made to be broken, but to be emphasized and indulged in. She was still roaming around in his brain, playing around with his soul and joyfully allowing herself to take control, while he numbingly appeared to be indifferent. In the end, who would want to be held responsible for thoughts and actions? He could always blame it on her. Eventually and inevitably, passion arose, gripping whatever thoughts were left and turning them into a new thing he had never experienced: rapture. Incomplete, excruciating rapture. It painted the sky green and made the grass look like a bed of snakes. Definitely a wrong kind of high, but a rapturous mean nevertheless.

She played around with her ribbons; swaying them through the air and unraveling lost shapes with their silky, smooth curving. She was untouchable and far away from any sense of guilt or redemption. She was the definition of the abuse of freedom. She flew like a butterfly when she wanted, stabbed like a scorpion when she wanted, loved like a hooker when she wanted, danced like a ballerina when she wanted, and lived like a queen when she wanted. Not once, had she thought that he would penetrate her being, while she was controlling his. But reality and irony united as he unintentionally did.

She became fragile, hesitant, and was taken aback by things she could not identify or put her fingers on. The power of the spell faded, as he unknowingly became stronger and naturally drew the path they were both following.

Not the overbearing, deafening beings will mark their presence in others, but the silent, rational wise.