[private] Out with the golden we sew // Rodrik.

[Rodrik]

Dreams—he doesn’t remember them. When was the last time he had dreamed? He has never dreamt it feels like—not since he has been filled with the thirst and hunger for death. Dreaming was an impossible thing to do for him, it was something that was taken from him. Dreams gave you the possibility of having something. It gave you hope, something to cling onto, something that gave you strength to carry on when you felt like you no longer could. No—he couldn’t dream. The darkness would not have been so stupid to allow him to have dreams. Dreams would have given Rodrik hope (a hope that he could return to what he once was and be rid of the hollowed, emptiness, and hunger that filled him). Instead he is left wandering for an eternity. Searching and crying out for something to fill his empty heart—a love, a family, anything. But it is the hunger that only feeds his emptiness. Rodrik cannot help but be pleased that it is family that he finds on his return back to Beqanna. It has always been family that has kept him together—made him face the demons clawing and crawling at his soul to return to the shadow world. It would always be the ones he loved, and the ones that loved him too, that would keep him in touch with his humanity. He falls in silence and turns his gaze away from her, unable to speak when she mentions Kagerou. His mother, a shining example of all the good within the world. She was his everything—and he even killed for her (not that she would have been pleased about his sins, but it was revenge that day he had sought out and justice had been achieved). It is a lie that he believes in whole-heartedly from Kagerus though. The red devil shakes his head, finding his thoughts again. He cannot remain in silence and mourn the death of his mother—not anymore he cannot. “I love her too,” he says softly. The tears he wants to cry do not fall down. He cannot cry, he barely holds any emotion within his heart now to be able to. Rodrik finally looks back to her. It is a hunger that he sees within her—something supernatural melded together in a once innocent creature. He is all too familiar with the expression on her face. It is a hunger he often strays away from (as much as anyone can from the demons within them). But his hunger answers her thirst. “Yes, I trust you,” he whispers.

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Aw, thank you I really love writing Rodrik. It's so good to write with you again <3 Seriously getting so much muse for him right now, haha.