05-24-2020, 02:32 AM
choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned
He expects her to run, because for a moment he thinks he sees the thought flicker across her face. It’s a fleeting thing, but it happens when their eyes meet, and he recognizes the look on her face. He has seen it before, when a stranger finds the red glow of his eyes, and finds that it is unsettling. His jaw clenches and he steps back, his nose angling towards his broad chest and briefly his eyes close, and he disappears entirely into darkness.
It would have been so easy to disappear entirely, then. To dissolve back into the shadows, soundless, and let himself be forgotten. To be even less than a memory, a thing that she maybe thought she saw, but can never be sure.
Something selfish stirs inside of him, though, and he opens his eyes again, harsh and glowing even though he felt no actual malice. He looks at her again, at her lovely delicate face, and wonders if the old him would have even earned a second glance. “You don’t have to be afraid,” and the words curl from his mouth like plumes of smoke, and though he wants to step closer, to better look at the iridescent blue of her, he doesn’t. Instead he settles for watching from where he is, watching her with glowing eyes that are somehow so sharp and yet still harbor so much confusion and sorrow. “My name is Torryn.”
It would have been so easy to disappear entirely, then. To dissolve back into the shadows, soundless, and let himself be forgotten. To be even less than a memory, a thing that she maybe thought she saw, but can never be sure.
Something selfish stirs inside of him, though, and he opens his eyes again, harsh and glowing even though he felt no actual malice. He looks at her again, at her lovely delicate face, and wonders if the old him would have even earned a second glance. “You don’t have to be afraid,” and the words curl from his mouth like plumes of smoke, and though he wants to step closer, to better look at the iridescent blue of her, he doesn’t. Instead he settles for watching from where he is, watching her with glowing eyes that are somehow so sharp and yet still harbor so much confusion and sorrow. “My name is Torryn.”
torryn
