All things are possible, even the worst of things.
He is a murderer. This is the only thing he can think as he stands immobile. It is a cadence inside his mind, a track playing on repeat. He is a murderer. It does not matter that it was a different world, that he had been a different man, under the influence of an unscrupulous woman. He is still a murderer. The sight of Killian lying there, pale and lifeless, hazel eyes wide and staring, haunts him still. Will haunt him until the day that he dies. It does not matter that he had not wanted to do it. What matters is that he had.
The sun shines down strongly upon him, bright rays warming his pewter coat, casting a bright glow around him, banishing nearly all shadows from around him. He has discovered, much to his dismay, a newfound affinity for that half-light in-between space of shadow. He is too scared to delve too deeply into this affliction. Terrified that this is a direct result of his newly acquired status as a murderer. That the only reason shadows have grown to love him is that he has fallen into such darkness by his actions.
And that is definitely something he does not want to look too closely at.
So he lingers there, in the strongest patch of sunlight he can find, banishing all such thoughts from his mind just as he banishes the shadows. But the one thing that he cannot banish is the refrain echoing through his mind. The accusations of murder ringing through his head, reminding him of all the things he wishes to forget. He does not realize, as he stands there in silent recrimination, that the faint shadows beneath him (the ones that the sun cannot quite banish) have begun to crawl along his flesh in response to his turbulent emotions.
The sun shines down strongly upon him, bright rays warming his pewter coat, casting a bright glow around him, banishing nearly all shadows from around him. He has discovered, much to his dismay, a newfound affinity for that half-light in-between space of shadow. He is too scared to delve too deeply into this affliction. Terrified that this is a direct result of his newly acquired status as a murderer. That the only reason shadows have grown to love him is that he has fallen into such darkness by his actions.
And that is definitely something he does not want to look too closely at.
So he lingers there, in the strongest patch of sunlight he can find, banishing all such thoughts from his mind just as he banishes the shadows. But the one thing that he cannot banish is the refrain echoing through his mind. The accusations of murder ringing through his head, reminding him of all the things he wishes to forget. He does not realize, as he stands there in silent recrimination, that the faint shadows beneath him (the ones that the sun cannot quite banish) have begun to crawl along his flesh in response to his turbulent emotions.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
@[anastasia]