I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
There is a familiarity in the stagnant depths of the forest that he cannot find elsewhere. Not anymore. Not after the land had buckled like the thinnest flint beneath the cruel hands of the gods. And now he struggles to remember why he had even bothered to try making something of himself once more. Wonders how the fuck he had given in so easily to the whispered longing for a life he would never have again.
So he had retreated to the familiarity of these ancient trees.
It is not nearly as comforting as he had imagined it might be however. So many others had invaded the darkest reaches as well, pushed out by the ever shifting lands. He had been pushed ever deeper, until he thought he had at last found some peace.
Even that is broken too easily. And this time by a face he almost wished he would never see again. It’s far easier to ignore the flickering piece of himself that thrills at her presence in favor of the irritation that rises, blanketing him like an old cloak.
Her simple words seem innocuous enough, but they cause his dark eyes to flash and his ears to press against his tangled mane. “Yeah,” he agrees on a grunt, nostrils flaring as he glares at her. “Not fucking long enough if you ask me.”
She hadn’t asked him of course, but who’s counting?
For a long moment, he only stares at her, the heavy emotions of their last, ill-fated encounter cascading through him in a horrific rush. Not for the first time, he wishes he could have shed his own memories of that day as easily as he had stolen hers. Finally, he looks away. A strange action, given his great love of angry staring, but it’s not anger he feels when he looks at her. No, it’s something that feels far too similar to grief for his comfort.
“Why the fuck are you here?” he manages after a moment. “We already said everything we needed to.”
@Ryatah