jamie
11-15-2025, 01:39 PM
jamie
How his heart aches to hear her ask it! To think that she might not consider anyplace where their paths converge home! For him, home meant the shadows just as it meant anyplace tucked against her side. For hadn’t that been his very first home? Hadn’t he always found himself most at peace there? He had sought refuge next to her just as much as he’d ever sought it in the shadows.
“Ah, Livinia, you must know that you will always find me.” Where it might have been a threat spoken to anyone else, it is a promise to her, his beloved sister. “All you ever need to do is call for me and I will find you, no matter the distance.”
But she has never needed him the way he has needed her. She has always been the stronger of the two, confident, self-assured. He is the one who sought solace, who needed protecting, who used her to shield him from the light. And he had never resented her for her strength when he’d had none. He’d have happily given it up willingly to her, as she had been more deserving of it anyway.
He had been nothing. And in some ways he still is. Just an idea. Just a shape. He helps to close the distance between them while the fog writhes with excitement around their legs. How it has loved them both, these dark things.
“Where have you been, sister?” he asks then, smiling at the glint of that fang, remembering their childhood, remembering Beyza giving them to her. “What things have you seen?”
“Ah, Livinia, you must know that you will always find me.” Where it might have been a threat spoken to anyone else, it is a promise to her, his beloved sister. “All you ever need to do is call for me and I will find you, no matter the distance.”
But she has never needed him the way he has needed her. She has always been the stronger of the two, confident, self-assured. He is the one who sought solace, who needed protecting, who used her to shield him from the light. And he had never resented her for her strength when he’d had none. He’d have happily given it up willingly to her, as she had been more deserving of it anyway.
He had been nothing. And in some ways he still is. Just an idea. Just a shape. He helps to close the distance between them while the fog writhes with excitement around their legs. How it has loved them both, these dark things.
“Where have you been, sister?” he asks then, smiling at the glint of that fang, remembering their childhood, remembering Beyza giving them to her. “What things have you seen?”
so darkness i became
