i’ve been both a saint & a viper
As it had been years ago, the old stallion flutters helplessly into the embrace of shadow, unable to relent to such darkness. His body and mind craves it, lusts after it, desires it; even though it hasn’t worked before, even though he has lived decades in torment. He is willing all the same, a lamb led to the slaughter.
Despite the tipping of the scales (with Jamie’s limitless power and Balto’s feebleness, his mind filled with cobwebs and ghostly whispers), there is something kindred between the two; something that keeps bringing them together, something like fate, perhaps. Either way, Balto is too tired to fight any longer, slipping further up and further into that pleasing balm of darkness, shrouded across him like a burial cloak.
The blue stallion, riddled with growing darkness, trembles as a sinister kiss is placed upon his blood-stained brow. He hears the familiar clicking of his monsters through the pine needles, watching them both with bated breath, silenced.
Something stirs within him, placed there by Jamie, and the ice of his eyes comes into focus. Balto tilts his chin upwards to look into the face of his executioner, the brilliant red V that wraps around his throat now visible. He inhales deeply, his lungs shaking.
“End it, Jamie.”
End me.
Balto
@[jamie]