I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He is fire. And he loves every minute of it. Every excruciating moment of his remaking plays on repeat inside his mind, weakening his knees and causing his skin to spark. He shivers at the remembered feel of flame making his skin melt and peel away from his body. The sparks surrounding him take on a life of their own, swirling and licking at his skin in a wild dance. But it is not the same. This heat is soft, almost gentle. It is not the blazing inferno of his memories.
And that is the most disappointing knowledge of all.
Today he is wandering. He has never been good about minding borders. They are invisible lines drawn by an invisible authority, one he pays little mind to. He does not even realize at first when he has left the confines of the cove. Though he currently resides there, he does not consider it home. He has no home. Only one place might have sufficed for him, but that is lost forever. Those dank, fetid caves had been the closest thing to a home he might have ever wished. But he had been expelled. Despite his protests, despite his furious shrieking, he had been dumped unceremoniously from that divine nightmare.
It takes him a moment to remember where he is. His dull gray eyes scan his surroundings, taking in a meadow resplendent with early summer vibrancy. The beauty is lost upon him. To him, beauty has become a distorted, twisted thing. It is almost impossible not to, considering the state of his mind. No, beauty has become char and ash, blood and death. And life has become flame.
He doesn’t approach anyone. Not because he is anti-social (he actually rather enjoys the shock of others when they first see his mutilated, burned flesh), but because he sees no need in it. Not today. Today he is content simply waiting. Undoubtedly he will not be alone for long. He never is. It seems that there will always be those drawn to monsters like he.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie
@[Drow]