05-07-2015, 02:42 PM
Cordis may be sweet wine and Spyndle sour, but Nihlus will always be the taste tester, never deciding on just one to call his own. He will roam the world in search of the one taste he desires but will never know, for for all his tasting, he has overlooked the simpler drinks. His hand has been too mighty for the the waters and the juices, for the liquors and the poisons. The boy will always lift the wine before the water, and perhaps this is where his biggest downfall lies.
"I do not think the way you think I do."
His voice is harder now, less eloquently cruel. Clouds of agony blind her, and for this he will not blame her. Yet he refuses to be minimized, generalized. She does not have the capability to understand right now, but she will. In her anger and her emptiness, the empathy has dissolved. But it is there. He knows it is. He simply does not have to time to draw it out of her, nor the means.
"I say these things in an attempt to reunite the two of you. To spark jealousy beneath your skin, and lightning beneath hers."
The rain has come, the dark clouds rolling overhead like dead bodies towards the fire. It falls in thin drops which fall quickly, pelting them until he realizes that his anger has transformed his rain into hail. Through spiteful blue eyes, he watches the nameless woman for her reaction, watches for the flinch of her skin and the reawakening of her soul. He may be cruel, but he wants nothing more than to see them together again, even if he does not completely understand why.
"I conquer nothing but myself. You would do well to do the same."
"You will go to her now, and you won't see me again, perhaps ever. I do not know your name, but I won't forget you, or what it feels like to be caught between two forces of love so strong, they could also be called hurricanes." And thus, he leaves. His work here... Is done.
"I do not think the way you think I do."
His voice is harder now, less eloquently cruel. Clouds of agony blind her, and for this he will not blame her. Yet he refuses to be minimized, generalized. She does not have the capability to understand right now, but she will. In her anger and her emptiness, the empathy has dissolved. But it is there. He knows it is. He simply does not have to time to draw it out of her, nor the means.
"I say these things in an attempt to reunite the two of you. To spark jealousy beneath your skin, and lightning beneath hers."
The rain has come, the dark clouds rolling overhead like dead bodies towards the fire. It falls in thin drops which fall quickly, pelting them until he realizes that his anger has transformed his rain into hail. Through spiteful blue eyes, he watches the nameless woman for her reaction, watches for the flinch of her skin and the reawakening of her soul. He may be cruel, but he wants nothing more than to see them together again, even if he does not completely understand why.
"I conquer nothing but myself. You would do well to do the same."
"You will go to her now, and you won't see me again, perhaps ever. I do not know your name, but I won't forget you, or what it feels like to be caught between two forces of love so strong, they could also be called hurricanes." And thus, he leaves. His work here... Is done.