09-11-2018, 02:47 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
So far this winter has been the weirdest of his life, and the most insightful.
Getting oneself involved with magic always comes with a price, he’d think. If he’d thought on it before going anyway. But that’s been exactly his problem.
The few one-night ocassions when he’d tried to get the spotted mare out of his head had been fruitless on his end when it came to mind-healing - but fruitful to their wombs, quite possibly. And he was such a mess that he couldn’t even care. Things he did, things he’d said, just to please whomever had the inclination to save him - very unlike what he’d swore maybe only a year ago he would be.
He didn’t feel like he deserved it any more. Like he didn’t belong here any more. Brothers first, family and family of choice second.
Shouldn’t it be the other way around? What good was life without a love to give it to? A family to fight for?
Sure, he’d still go to war if Brennen asked. Would give his life, because his life-giving was otherwise worthless at any rate. But should he be here on this island?
Even the mermaid was no longer that cute little girl anymore. He had the scar and scales to show for it (hasn’t looked into a reflective object to see his eye colour has changed drastically, and still changes with every mood that is strong enough to overtake his neutral feeling).
He has two questions. And there’s only one - aside from his mother who turns out to be really bad with her children’s emotions when they mirror her own, aside from his father who he doesn’t darw to look in the eye right now - only one, he knows he might talk to about all this.
The one who can judge him.
And so he calls for the warrior king.
Getting oneself involved with magic always comes with a price, he’d think. If he’d thought on it before going anyway. But that’s been exactly his problem.
The few one-night ocassions when he’d tried to get the spotted mare out of his head had been fruitless on his end when it came to mind-healing - but fruitful to their wombs, quite possibly. And he was such a mess that he couldn’t even care. Things he did, things he’d said, just to please whomever had the inclination to save him - very unlike what he’d swore maybe only a year ago he would be.
He didn’t feel like he deserved it any more. Like he didn’t belong here any more. Brothers first, family and family of choice second.
Shouldn’t it be the other way around? What good was life without a love to give it to? A family to fight for?
Sure, he’d still go to war if Brennen asked. Would give his life, because his life-giving was otherwise worthless at any rate. But should he be here on this island?
Even the mermaid was no longer that cute little girl anymore. He had the scar and scales to show for it (hasn’t looked into a reflective object to see his eye colour has changed drastically, and still changes with every mood that is strong enough to overtake his neutral feeling).
He has two questions. And there’s only one - aside from his mother who turns out to be really bad with her children’s emotions when they mirror her own, aside from his father who he doesn’t darw to look in the eye right now - only one, he knows he might talk to about all this.
The one who can judge him.
And so he calls for the warrior king.
@[Brennen]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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