This lust, a vampyric addiction

[Nymphetamine]

 

Nymphetamine stumbled through the forest, he had been in Chamber for months before he left this time. The draw of its ash infused atmosphere encircled him like a drug. And he was addicted. When he was in Chamber all other things melted away, he got lost in the movements of the half-mad members of the kingdom. He got drunk of the feeling of invincibility- they were unstoppable.  Nymphetamine stumbled into a tree. He wasn't for sure when he and Chamber became "we," but it had. He also wondered why he wasn't able to walk straight, Chamber isn't toxic- so why does he feel so odd? Anxiety? A spell? Maybe he should talk to someone. Or maybe he is just losing his mind- a mental break due to stress. He stumbled around some more; the invisible raven gifted to him as his ever unannounced chaperone fluttered on his back, a sign of its disapproval.  Nymphetamine just bumped his hip harder against a tree in return, stupid bird. 

The blood bay had to get his head clear- he had work to do, work that he could do in this state. So he had stumbled here, in hopes to find a way to pass the time as he sobered. Each breath of clear air filtered out the soot, and brought back a fraction more of clarity. It  was an odd thing to be him- and he did't know if he wanted to continue to be him, or at least him in this job- but he had gone and done a thing, rashly- and it would continue until it was done- or he was killed. So for now, he waited, and wandered, stumbled and laughed at the invisible raven that no one could see. 
 

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain