jamie
02-11-2024, 02:25 PM
jamie
Might he have reacted differently to her had he known that she, too, was a pet of Ivar’s? Perhaps. For what a strange connection it would be to think of how he had looked at Evia, how he had shrunk, how he had asked if she’d loved Ivar. (As if a thing like him, heartless as he was, could understand what love meant at all.)
But he feels no overwhelming urge to delve into her mind, to shuffle through the memories. It would certainly be easier to understand where she meant by home if he had, though. Instead, he only nods as if he understands.
“And where is home?” he asks, though he could hazard a guess. The scaled things often came from Ischia. Evia had.
She ventures closer, offers her name, asks about his home.
Home, for him, would almost certainly be Pangea. More specifically, the cave where he had spent his youth, where he had hidden himself away from the things that made him grimace and squirm and cower. The things that had thrown into sharp relief how weak he’d really been. But home, he has come to understand, can have several different meanings.
“My name is Jamie,” he tells her and then exhales, glancing over his shoulder at the land that yawns out behind him. “I am one of its rulers, yes,” he says and then blinks his focus back to her. “But it is not my kingdom.”
He has begun to understand that the kingdom belonged to no one, but countless souls had belonged to it, his mother included. He’d heard tales of a ruler who’d sacrificed his literal heart to the kingdom and sometimes Jamie thought he could feel the pulse of it underfoot.
But he feels no overwhelming urge to delve into her mind, to shuffle through the memories. It would certainly be easier to understand where she meant by home if he had, though. Instead, he only nods as if he understands.
“And where is home?” he asks, though he could hazard a guess. The scaled things often came from Ischia. Evia had.
She ventures closer, offers her name, asks about his home.
Home, for him, would almost certainly be Pangea. More specifically, the cave where he had spent his youth, where he had hidden himself away from the things that made him grimace and squirm and cower. The things that had thrown into sharp relief how weak he’d really been. But home, he has come to understand, can have several different meanings.
“My name is Jamie,” he tells her and then exhales, glancing over his shoulder at the land that yawns out behind him. “I am one of its rulers, yes,” he says and then blinks his focus back to her. “But it is not my kingdom.”
He has begun to understand that the kingdom belonged to no one, but countless souls had belonged to it, his mother included. He’d heard tales of a ruler who’d sacrificed his literal heart to the kingdom and sometimes Jamie thought he could feel the pulse of it underfoot.
so darkness i became
