11-30-2017, 07:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2017, 03:12 PM by Diable Rouge.)
Diable Rouge
>The devil in Diable Rouge's blood stream pulls at the strings of his heart as their conversation shifts. The chaser, at one point in his life, never cried, never showed emotion. He was completely numb, because sometimes being numb was easier than feeling pain.
But as he stands, listening to Warrick dismiss his apology, he allows his guilt, his hurt, all his deep-set and well-hidden emotions to soak into each bone in his body. It slides down his spine and into the bones caging his heart. It seeps into each pore and crevasse along the outline of his defined face, it runs through his muscles and into the vary marrow of his soul.
He can no longer contain it. Tears flow silently from his two colored hues, and he shakes his head.
"She'll still be your baby, even if she's a hundred years old," He mutters at first, sighing. "No, Warrick. I should apologize. I ran away from her...I made her feel like I was angry at her. I did nothing to comfort her, or let her know it wasn't her fault. I just..." His gaze shifts downward, as he stares at the sand through his good eye. "I just wish I would've been there, instead of being obsessed with my own grief and guilt. I should've been stronger, for all of them." Those words sends his eyes back to the sky at which they had begun, and he lifts his shoulders as he inhales deeply. He knew that he needed closure, but most importantly, Solace needed it.
But as he stands, listening to Warrick dismiss his apology, he allows his guilt, his hurt, all his deep-set and well-hidden emotions to soak into each bone in his body. It slides down his spine and into the bones caging his heart. It seeps into each pore and crevasse along the outline of his defined face, it runs through his muscles and into the vary marrow of his soul.
He can no longer contain it. Tears flow silently from his two colored hues, and he shakes his head.
"She'll still be your baby, even if she's a hundred years old," He mutters at first, sighing. "No, Warrick. I should apologize. I ran away from her...I made her feel like I was angry at her. I did nothing to comfort her, or let her know it wasn't her fault. I just..." His gaze shifts downward, as he stares at the sand through his good eye. "I just wish I would've been there, instead of being obsessed with my own grief and guilt. I should've been stronger, for all of them." Those words sends his eyes back to the sky at which they had begun, and he lifts his shoulders as he inhales deeply. He knew that he needed closure, but most importantly, Solace needed it.
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
@[Warrick]