i love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
He is young, and knows so very little of death. His knowledge of the subject would not fill a teacup. But he is ever curious, this black boy. He yearns to know of death, to know more than a shadowy concept of a far off destiny. He knows that death is the opposite of life. He knows that pain is life. He knows that not all believe this concept. Perhaps then, one day, he will be the bringer of death. He will release those who do not believe pain is life into the sweetness of death. Perhaps, one day.
But today is not that day. He had failed that squirrel, and so he would go on. He would remember it. And in the future, he would not fail. He doesn’t yet know what it is to take a life. Is it a glory filled release? Is it full of sadness and remorse? Is it just another job that needs to be done? He does not know. And suddenly, he finds he wishes to.
His mind is brought suddenly back to the present, jerking dreams of the future from his head. His placid gray eyes fix once more upon the dust colored boy. ‘No,’ he says. ‘He must learn suffering,’ he says. Would he learn that suffering is pleasure? That it shows you in a way no other thing can that you are truly alive? He wonders this. He hopes that it will. Hopes that the pathetic creature will learn to embrace his agony, make it his own. But to wish for death? Who would wish for death?
Gray eyes boring into his companion’s, he asks. ”Why would he wish for death? Pain is life. He should embrace the pain. Live it.” His expression is so earnest, so believing, that it would be difficult not to fall into what he believes. It is abundantly clear that this is what he knows, that this is what he is.
At the colt’s next words, a slow grin begins to form upon his lips. Ah yes, wise words. Always stand well back. Those are words to live by. He nods, black lips split in a grin. ”In that case, I shall call you Tor. I would not want to accidentally stab you, would I?”
Actually, he would, but that is beside the point. They are being rhetorical now.
Then he asks where he is from, and Raelynx is forced to pause. He pauses because he does not know. He is here, and that is what he knows. He was there, and now he is here. ”I am from nowhere,” he says finally.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie