12-12-2015, 09:06 PM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
This strange creature and the shadow child perhaps shared more in common than at first glance. Michaelis is also a people observer. But he doesn’t distance himself from those that shine brightly. He was a dragon who hoarded the shiniest of treasures, even those who could be considered a diamond in the rough. They were the most appealing as it allowed him the opportunity to watch an ugly duckling grow into a beautiful swan; sometimes that transformation was the greatest pleasure.
He likes the appeal of power and those who wield it successfully.
But he lacks the ambition to attain it for himself.
It was the journey of the others’ quests for it which was what he truly gloried in.
The stranger seems puzzled by his turn of phrase and becomes agitated in her state of not understanding. She seems to encounter difficulty in speaking some of her words. But for the most part, her sentences are clearly distinguishable. If anything, her harsh staccatos play a contrast to the wispy tendrils trailing in-between the two.
“Don’t worry too much about it. No one actually likes hot messes to begin with. And it was simply an idiom I used to describe the rut I seem to always be in.”
He wouldn’t begrudge her confusion. After all, there was much about her that remained unknown to him. She introduces herself and he finally has the beginnings of the mystery. Accompanied with a cheeky grin, he coaxes one of the more eager shadow-tendrils to gently brush against her cheek. It was a friendly introduction of his companions to one who would obviously appreciate them.
“I’m Michaelis.”
( The Shadow Child )