11-20-2015, 12:08 PM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
There are times, like now, when he wishes that he could be like her. That he could have a clear conscience, despite the life he had taken. Despite the numerous ways in which he had failed. His family, his home. Her. He had failed them all, and that eats him alive. The guilt is ever present, a dark blotch upon his soul, spreading and claiming. And sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes that he had no conscience.
He stares out at the surrounding meadow, brown eyes blank, distant. He doesn’t see her at first when she peeks out from her portal. Doesn’t notice the way that the shadows react to her presence. Spreading, reaching, as though they long to be a part of her. Daring to brave the sunlight just for one small touch. He can feel the tug and pull, but he ignores it, just as he ignores his sudden affinity for shadow. He doesn’t wish to know of it, to know why he suddenly has this ability. It is too terrifying to contemplate.
When she speaks, she finally gains his attention, startling him from his reverie. The dark patches that had been reaching for her suddenly scamper back, swarming up his legs and belly. Covering him. Protecting him. Even when he does not wish it, does not realize it.
His chocolate hued eyes fix upon her, wide with surprise. Her words are meaningless at first, but slowly (too slowly) they resolve themselves, taking on the meaning they were meant to have. Sun is bad. Even as his mind clambers to disagree, his body says yes. It knows. It has grown to love the halflight of shadow in ways he cannot begin to comprehend. In ways he does not wish to comprehend.
It has betrayed him.
He doesn’t realize at first that he has taken a step closer to her. Doesn’t realize until he is standing mere feet, rather than yards, away. He stares at her for a moment, trying to understand what he is seeing. Trying to understand what she is, why he is so drawn to her.
Finally, after a long moment (too long), he speaks, his words easing out on a whisper.
They know nothing.
He is in denial. Even he can see that, but he persists. He persists because it is the only thing left to him.
He stares out at the surrounding meadow, brown eyes blank, distant. He doesn’t see her at first when she peeks out from her portal. Doesn’t notice the way that the shadows react to her presence. Spreading, reaching, as though they long to be a part of her. Daring to brave the sunlight just for one small touch. He can feel the tug and pull, but he ignores it, just as he ignores his sudden affinity for shadow. He doesn’t wish to know of it, to know why he suddenly has this ability. It is too terrifying to contemplate.
When she speaks, she finally gains his attention, startling him from his reverie. The dark patches that had been reaching for her suddenly scamper back, swarming up his legs and belly. Covering him. Protecting him. Even when he does not wish it, does not realize it.
His chocolate hued eyes fix upon her, wide with surprise. Her words are meaningless at first, but slowly (too slowly) they resolve themselves, taking on the meaning they were meant to have. Sun is bad. Even as his mind clambers to disagree, his body says yes. It knows. It has grown to love the halflight of shadow in ways he cannot begin to comprehend. In ways he does not wish to comprehend.
It has betrayed him.
He doesn’t realize at first that he has taken a step closer to her. Doesn’t realize until he is standing mere feet, rather than yards, away. He stares at her for a moment, trying to understand what he is seeing. Trying to understand what she is, why he is so drawn to her.
Finally, after a long moment (too long), he speaks, his words easing out on a whisper.
They know nothing.
He is in denial. Even he can see that, but he persists. He persists because it is the only thing left to him.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
I'm sorry this took so long :/