02-09-2017, 05:12 PM
He'd done it. Like a fool.
He had to at least try. Just the once. Just to see.
It was Zor's fault. He put the seed of doubt in him, implying that Cerva had been dying. But her body wasn't there where she'd stayed back. Where he'd left her as she had asked of him. Did that mean she really did abandon them? How was he supposed to tell Atrani her own mother didn't want her. Didn't want them. Why? Why couldn't she love him anymore? What was he supposed to do with her, his perfect little Cerva-child that didn't want his touch. Just like her mother.
He turned his eyes away, the rejection cutting into him anew. His heart bled agony through his bone-thin body, seeping into the blackness that powered the rest of him. As his hard eyes lifted, he noticed the woman immediately. She was staring at him, not away from him as he was used to. There were not many that would openly stomach his appearance, thick blood crusting around bone plates tearing through his sickly skin. And if that didn't turn them away, the dark and dangerous look in his eyes usually did.
And still she stared.
And still she approached.
"I find you everywhere, it seems." Confident. Seemingly accepting and unimpressed with any part of him. Probably fairly stupid, then. Or something else. Certainly attractive in her way, he supposed, and a bit regal. Self-entitled.
You want a nightmare, just close your eyes, he drawled sweetly, barely a hint of a smile tightening the spot of blue in the corner of his mouth. His voice was surprisingly smooth for one made of such sharply defined edges and harsh features. An odd contrast reminiscent of his childhood as a soft and attractive colt with alluring bottomless, black eyes.
Once affectionately tucked so close, treasured, and now rejected and repulsed by all.
He blinked. And waited for her to get to her point if she had one. He had a daughter to return to. And blood to wash off.
He had to at least try. Just the once. Just to see.
It was Zor's fault. He put the seed of doubt in him, implying that Cerva had been dying. But her body wasn't there where she'd stayed back. Where he'd left her as she had asked of him. Did that mean she really did abandon them? How was he supposed to tell Atrani her own mother didn't want her. Didn't want them. Why? Why couldn't she love him anymore? What was he supposed to do with her, his perfect little Cerva-child that didn't want his touch. Just like her mother.
He turned his eyes away, the rejection cutting into him anew. His heart bled agony through his bone-thin body, seeping into the blackness that powered the rest of him. As his hard eyes lifted, he noticed the woman immediately. She was staring at him, not away from him as he was used to. There were not many that would openly stomach his appearance, thick blood crusting around bone plates tearing through his sickly skin. And if that didn't turn them away, the dark and dangerous look in his eyes usually did.
And still she stared.
And still she approached.
"I find you everywhere, it seems." Confident. Seemingly accepting and unimpressed with any part of him. Probably fairly stupid, then. Or something else. Certainly attractive in her way, he supposed, and a bit regal. Self-entitled.
You want a nightmare, just close your eyes, he drawled sweetly, barely a hint of a smile tightening the spot of blue in the corner of his mouth. His voice was surprisingly smooth for one made of such sharply defined edges and harsh features. An odd contrast reminiscent of his childhood as a soft and attractive colt with alluring bottomless, black eyes.
Once affectionately tucked so close, treasured, and now rejected and repulsed by all.
He blinked. And waited for her to get to her point if she had one. He had a daughter to return to. And blood to wash off.
