I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He had not expected her response to his touch. So few understand the true beauty of that pain, and he is delighted. Ecstatic, even if it does not show on his features. His bland gaze remains upon her, pleasure hidden deep within. He has discovered that giving pain is just as alluring as receiving it. Especially when the recipient is such a willing participant.
Her gasps, her swiftly indrawn breath, they are music to his ears. He would never have this end, but he knows it must. Ultimately he does not wish to truly harm her. She is not deserving of it yet. One day perhaps. One day she might worthy of a gift such as he had received. And when that day came, he would be happy to oblige. Even as the smile curves her soft lilac lips, a matching grin splits his own charred muzzle in a macabre imitation of hers.
And then she speaks, softly admonishing. Perhaps he should. To be able to heal those he graces with his touch, that he might do it all over again. Day after day. Burn after burn. Touch after touch. Oh, how glorious that would be. And perhaps that is why he cannot heal. He would never give his victims the mercy of death. Just as he had been denied death, so would they.
Her last words give him pause, easing the grin from his lips. His dull gray eyes find hers, the honesty within his gaze unsettling.
”They all flinch,” he says in that gravelly voice of his. ”In the end, they all flinch.” Even he had flinched, in the end.
And then Kult speaks, interrupting their short reverie. He had nearly forgotten the bay colt was here. He turns to his brother as he makes the suggestion, and his interested is peaked. He has never before seen a seal. Could they be fun? He would only ever learn by finding one.
And so, after a long pause, he says simply, ”Seals.”
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie