jamie
08-03-2020, 02:01 PM
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And the shadow thing with it.
Jamie is nothing but bright yellow eyes when the call comes. A summons. He is nothing but bright yellow eyes and an ink black mouth and the fog licking greedy up his legs when the portal opens. And oh, how the shadow thing delights in the ease of it, how little it takes the wind out of him to build it. Still, the lungs rattle when he draws breath, but he does not tremble with exhaustion when he steps through it and onto the beach.
It is that rattle, so much like death already, that gives him away. The death rattle and the large, unblinking eyes when he joins then. Weightless. The sand hardly shifts beneath him when he comes to rest beside a child. But he does not look at her, looks only at the stallion who addresses them.
They will have to die. And the shadow thing wonders if he can die, if you can kill something that is not truly alive. Something that does not trust itself to be real, that does not trust the beat of its heart or the rattle of its lungs. But he nods, the shadow thing understands.
The others go before him but he feels no flicker of fear. The darkness does not fear darkness. And it is glorious when it comes. When the gray stallion turns to him finally and Jamie’s soft edges go even softer. He cranes his neck to watch as the shadows dissolve. First the legs and then the rest of him. Until all that is left are the eyes and then those are gone, too. Just that quick.
And there is one delirious moment where he belongs to the air. He is nothing. Nothing at all. Not even darkness.
But then all that shadow pulls back together on the other side. And he is whole again. He is new. But there is no rattling in his lungs, there is no pulse. It is murky here, devoid of color. Even the eyes are pale when he glances around at the others. He feels no pain and he wonders, in some abstract way, if any of them do.
He is still a shadow thing, but the fog that has curled so sweetly around him his whole life has gone. He is alone.
</p> <p class="jamie_quotetwo">you need a villain, give me a name</p> </div> <div class="jamie_name">Jamie</div> <img class="jamie_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/qqzM21cj/jamie1.png"> </div> </center>
And the shadow thing with it.
Jamie is nothing but bright yellow eyes when the call comes. A summons. He is nothing but bright yellow eyes and an ink black mouth and the fog licking greedy up his legs when the portal opens. And oh, how the shadow thing delights in the ease of it, how little it takes the wind out of him to build it. Still, the lungs rattle when he draws breath, but he does not tremble with exhaustion when he steps through it and onto the beach.
It is that rattle, so much like death already, that gives him away. The death rattle and the large, unblinking eyes when he joins then. Weightless. The sand hardly shifts beneath him when he comes to rest beside a child. But he does not look at her, looks only at the stallion who addresses them.
They will have to die. And the shadow thing wonders if he can die, if you can kill something that is not truly alive. Something that does not trust itself to be real, that does not trust the beat of its heart or the rattle of its lungs. But he nods, the shadow thing understands.
The others go before him but he feels no flicker of fear. The darkness does not fear darkness. And it is glorious when it comes. When the gray stallion turns to him finally and Jamie’s soft edges go even softer. He cranes his neck to watch as the shadows dissolve. First the legs and then the rest of him. Until all that is left are the eyes and then those are gone, too. Just that quick.
And there is one delirious moment where he belongs to the air. He is nothing. Nothing at all. Not even darkness.
But then all that shadow pulls back together on the other side. And he is whole again. He is new. But there is no rattling in his lungs, there is no pulse. It is murky here, devoid of color. Even the eyes are pale when he glances around at the others. He feels no pain and he wonders, in some abstract way, if any of them do.
He is still a shadow thing, but the fog that has curled so sweetly around him his whole life has gone. He is alone.
</p> <p class="jamie_quotetwo">you need a villain, give me a name</p> </div> <div class="jamie_name">Jamie</div> <img class="jamie_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/qqzM21cj/jamie1.png"> </div> </center>