their fall from grace will pave their path

Cat and mouse, predator and prey-- dynamics Björn is accustomed to. This is something different. Something far more electric, as they stand on the precipice. She's no simple girl, and there's something that prevents him from pushing everything over the edge. Unpredictable, tense, threads woven between them constantly shifting and changing. Tension with no release, in ways that were bound to drive one or both of them mad eventually. He revels in it.

Nose to nose, they're both tense. Ready to spring at any moment, but spring into what? "They know what they need to." Something intense dancing over his face, a shadow somewhere behind his eyes. Choking back the volatility. Refusing to relinquish control, at least not yet. Though his grip slips, Björn hangs on.

Crown princess, salt in the wound. "Princes, princesses-- taking a kingdom that's handed by some birthright. Sounds good in theory, but you could be so much better than that." Tipping his chin, gazing carefully at the girl through narrowed eyes. Earning it. He's on a collision course with blood and destiny, now. Björn's lips only a breath from hers, words slipping forth nearly silken.

"What a shame you've been too busy for me, we could be well on our way to bigger and better things by now." Though the depth of her implication is lost on the boy, there's a jealous spark in his chest. Something he's feeling a little too revolutionary to give into, at least in this instant. Something alight in his steely gaze, Björn stands straighter. Neck arched, using his scant height advantage in ways that count. He fills the space, gaze burning. Rage, grief, need, want, and hunger all rolled into one.

"Björn"