05-19-2024, 04:23 PM
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YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FEAR AND YOU'RE HEADED
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
She has crossed his mind too many times since their last meeting for him to continue to ignore it.
It is not so much an infatuation with her directly — though she is, of course, beautiful; brightly lit and blindingly white, the near polar opposite of his swarthy shadows, with that electrifying undercurrent of magic. Instead it is the never-ending chain of thoughts that often haunted him after he had been with someone, the guilt that quickly took the place of pleasure once he remembered the downside to the possibility that such things could result in children.
It is not that he viewed any of his children as mistakes; he is the mistake.
He is the one that should not be subjecting innocents to a life like his, a life lived in the darkness and suffering from cravings that control your every waking moment, the kind that alienates you and makes having any kind of lasting relationship virtually impossible (he thinks of Despoina, and as always it feels like a twist of a blade lodged in his chest — where is she? Had he left her, or did she finally grow tired of the madness he created in her?). Of the children he has (that he is aware of) none have escaped at least some kind of ill fate, and he knows that it is entirely his doing.
And so his uneasy thoughts drive him away from the solitude of the forest that he so prefers, knowing that the only way he will find respite from this anxious thinking is to confirm once and for all if his fears are unfounded.
She had said that she was living in a place called the Dale now, and while it is an unfamiliar kingdom (truth be told they all are, but this one is unfamiliar even by name) he finds it easy enough. He had waited for nightfall, and though the subtle shifting of the shadows that cloaked his body caused him to mostly blend in, he knew that she would not miss the glowing crimson of his eyes if she were nearby, and even more likely that she would be aware that an outsider had entered her kingdom.
It is not so much an infatuation with her directly — though she is, of course, beautiful; brightly lit and blindingly white, the near polar opposite of his swarthy shadows, with that electrifying undercurrent of magic. Instead it is the never-ending chain of thoughts that often haunted him after he had been with someone, the guilt that quickly took the place of pleasure once he remembered the downside to the possibility that such things could result in children.
It is not that he viewed any of his children as mistakes; he is the mistake.
He is the one that should not be subjecting innocents to a life like his, a life lived in the darkness and suffering from cravings that control your every waking moment, the kind that alienates you and makes having any kind of lasting relationship virtually impossible (he thinks of Despoina, and as always it feels like a twist of a blade lodged in his chest — where is she? Had he left her, or did she finally grow tired of the madness he created in her?). Of the children he has (that he is aware of) none have escaped at least some kind of ill fate, and he knows that it is entirely his doing.
And so his uneasy thoughts drive him away from the solitude of the forest that he so prefers, knowing that the only way he will find respite from this anxious thinking is to confirm once and for all if his fears are unfounded.
She had said that she was living in a place called the Dale now, and while it is an unfamiliar kingdom (truth be told they all are, but this one is unfamiliar even by name) he finds it easy enough. He had waited for nightfall, and though the subtle shifting of the shadows that cloaked his body caused him to mostly blend in, he knew that she would not miss the glowing crimson of his eyes if she were nearby, and even more likely that she would be aware that an outsider had entered her kingdom.
T O R R Y N
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