I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
There has never been anything comforting about him. His only legacy is the pain. It is a legacy that always seems to make those around most uncomfortable. Even his own kin find little solace in his presence. He has never cared, never wished to comfort or offer solace. He enjoys company well enough, but not so much that it bothers him to be alone. He is, for all intents and purposes, little more than a thing. A thing that exists solely to cause misery and pain.
Except that, in his darkened and warped mine, there is nothing greater than a terrible agony. It is a thing of beauty, desirable and sought after. So very few understand that. So few, in fact, that he clings unwittingly to those who do.
(Would she? He wonders. Would she enjoy hurt as he does?)
It is a question that goes through his mind with every new creature he meets. It is his sole purpose, his reason for existence (He had taught him that - that wonderful, terrible dark god). And so, he wonders. He considers stealing her away, but he has no great powers of persuasion. He would simply need to wait and see where this conversation takes them.
She would not be worth it if she could not be taught anyway.
As she speaks, pointing out her home behind them, he glances back, considering the possibilities. They are not so very far from the Cove. Turning back, his gray eyes latch onto her vibrant gaze. ”No.” He rasps the simple response to her second inquiry, halting abruptly for a moment before continuing in a rather staccato tone. ”I am just passing through. My home is in the Cove.”
He pauses again in consideration, staring at her unblinkingly for an uncomfortably long period of time. ”Have you been there?”
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie