and woven into shapes too bleak for dreams.
The dark is such a misunderstood thing. Sad, really, how little the world knows of the powers that flow through his veins. Not because he cares to be known as powerful, but rather because he simply wishes the world would understand. The darkness is kind, it is loving. It caresses you when you are alone, blankets you until you fall asleep. Yes, it can be deadly, but so can the light. The light, which illuminates all your flaws, which shows the world the things only darkness will keep hidden. The dark keeps your secrets, the light gives them away.
Ah, but of course, without light, there would be no shadows.
“Issa,” he repeats lazily, without any real purpose other than to store the name away in the endless collect of them. It’s a wonder he remember them all, because he doesn’t entirely care if he does or doesn’t. Sometimes he suspects it’s only Noah with that disappointed look in his eye that ever manages to keep Rhonan on track. What would Rhonan ever do without the ghost of his friend, always lingering in the corner of his vision (when they are alone, anyway)? Fall to pieces, probably. Slip into the darkness and simply stay there. There are worse fates. The darkness would welcome him with open arms.
The girl is still talking, and he catches most of the words, but she stutters and stumbles about with it and he can’t entirely be bothered to keep up with all of that. Flame keeps coming up though, she repeats it. “Flamevein?” he asks, not knowing that there are other Flame names running about as well. But he’s Flamevein once in a blue moon. “He’s almost never around, but he might show his face.”
He rolls a shoulder in a shrug, like this is no big deal. But of course, the realization is setting in on him slowly. He’s rather unknowingly just adopted a child. A girl, nonetheless, who leaves burning patches in the ground. What the hell is going to do with a girl? Shit. “You’re safe here,” he adds, like his nonchalant, gravely words can actually add any comfort.
rhonan.
dark wolf of the valley
