03-07-2018, 12:42 PM
She has abandoned you they rasp. A cacophony of monsters and malice. She is a whore, a selfish, worthless whore. The forked tongue in the back of his mind whispers yes, serpentine with its lovely promises.
His ears flatten against his skull; he will not listen, will not perish. He loves her. Loves her. But it is too late, he is too late. They know it, too, and now their claws tear at the fabric that hangs silk-smooth and shadow-thin between him and their world. They trod the paths of his mind as though it was their birthplace, easygoing in an accursed, beguiling veil. He is forever that spiral, winding mind-numbingly until one is ensnared within the lines and cannot escape the steadily going inward… inward and nowhere into itself. The spiral is a self-loathing shape.
What does he know of her transgressions? He is too young, too inexperienced to understand such things. He shrinks under her snarls – can´t she see that he is lost? His eyes, fissured grey like falling stare at her in despair. He needs her to understand – and this need pours into turmoil, spawning a creature of senseless rage. It roars within his chest, haloed by ink-black darkness.
His voice grows harsh with aimless agony. It crescendos to what the wind would call a wolf howl, a cry so nightmarish and unplaceable that the last bit of light shrunk away, not knowing what to call it and fearing the unfamiliarity.
Darkness overcomes him then – suffocating, soothing, until he is lost within it. And he dissolves, disappears from her, surrenders until he is nothing but wispy shadow. He is everywhere at once, lithe and unreachable. He is nothing. Shadow and lament. A ghost.
And then all that remains is his voice; smoke on the wind.
”Don´t you know” the voice says; the voice that is him and they and nothing and everything; hollow, broken, empty. Dead. ”It will kill you”
@[Kagerus] poor Kag just had to be tormented a little more