you have forsaken all the love you've taken
sleeping on a razor there's nowhere left to fall
It is complicated, his need for company but at the same time his complete and utter repulsion to it.
He has never quite been able to master the balance of it—it was either all or nothing.
Either a total indifference to their presence or an obsession so intense that only someone nearly as equally toxic could withstand it. His need to keep the objects of his affection skin-close was overwhelming, and somewhere in the recesses of his mind (those dark, untouched corners that he had locked and boarded up years ago—the normal parts of him beneath the callused armor) he knew that he was asphyxiating. He had known that he was pushing Devonae away with how tightly he kept her bound while simultaneously giving her no reason to want to be there.
He knew he was turning their heaven into hell, and instead of bringing water to douse the flames he chose gasoline.
He could feel the same thing happening with Aurorae, and perhaps that is why he all but disappeared. Even though seeking her out was at the forefront of his mind he managed to quell the urge, to keep himself here in the common lands a while longer.
To let someone else test the treacherous waters that were his moods, to see if his inclination would be to set them ablaze or to walk away.
The flower-maned mare that he had glanced at earlier was still standing nearby, and though he had been off in the forest for a long time, he knew what was coming next. He felt it in the way the air grew thick with the anticipation of words still unspoken, and beneath his armor his skin bristled in preparation for the small talk he did not want to partake in.
“No,” the word is cut off, blunt in the way it falls like a stone from his mouth. He lets it sit there on the earth between them, unmoving, and it is difficult to discern what the ‘no’ is directed at; at her mostly rhetorical question, or at him having a lot on his mind. Regardless, he has clearly decided that no is a full sentence, and for a long moment it appears as though that is all he will say. But, he angles his head toward her, the sunlight glinting off the nearly glossy black armor, fixing her with his stare. “It’s a perilous game to ask strangers for their thoughts. You’ll find there are many things you never wished to know.”
Dacian
your body's aching, every bone is breaking
nothing seems to shake it, it just keeps holding on
@Bardot