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"I'll fly too close to the sun and know that i will burn"
Summary: Goliath promised himself that he'd never get too close to another human ever again. Betrayal had torn his soul, the dead now laid at his wake, wailed in his ear. Never again, he vowed, never again will he trust another human, never again will he call one friend. Then he met Elisa. And despite all his vows and promises, she had wormed her way into his heart, determined to stay there. Determined to stay at his side and he was powerless to stop her.
Perhaps, Demona was right about one thing-he is a fool. He's like Icarus flying far too close to the sun for his own good. He can't count how many times he's been burned and crashed into the sea; over and over again he finds himself at the mercy of her thrashing, unforgiving waves threatening to hurl him into the sharp rocks.
-To paint her precious aquamarine crimson with his blood.
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"Would you change it?"
He thought about it. It's not like he had to. But-
"No," he answers "I know what the humans meant when they gave me my name. But, it's become a part of me, something I cannot change, even if I wanted to. I can't imagine being called anything other than Goliath. It is who I am. Besides it's not as if the name wasn't partially warranted" Elisa looks at him again, longer this time. Her brows knot at the center of her forehead.
"What do you mean?" Goliath briefly curses himself. Of course she'd ask. Of course she noticed. He did not know why he brought it to light to begin with. It was neither the place nor the time, it isn't even something he wished to discuss with her. At least not now. Not here. Not any sooner if he was to be honest with himself.
"I-" words failed him "I was a troubled adolescent back then. I often let my temper get the best of me in the worst possible ways. I wasn't exactly a very nice person during those years"
She eyed him with doubt "I find that hard to believe"
"People feared me, Elisa."
"I know-"
"And with good reason" he watches her lips fall shut "but that's a story for another time. I don't know why I brought it up to begin with. It's neither here nor now" there's an edge in his voice, he knows damn well Elisa could hear it. If he could kick himself he would. He did a nice job souring the mood between them. This isn't what he wanted or intended.
"I-I see" she moves some hair behind her ear, her teeth brush over her bottom lip. The action brings his attention to them "I-I'm gonna get some punch"
"Elisa-"
"I'll be back" she waves him off. Her smile is a little force and Goliath is fully aware that he skewered his chance. Shot himself in the foot, screwed himself over by shoving his foot not just in his mouth but down his very throat. He was choking, but did not know how to free himself.
Her back retreated into the crowd, a colorful wash of white and ebony, he wanted nothing more than to chase after her, but saw no good coming out of that. Instead he ran a hand down his face as he growled at himself. He really is a fool, a damn good one.
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