I had a dream that we were dead
and we pretended that we still lived
He is an odd thing made even stranger by his unique abilities. An angel's son wearing the body of a devil. He is more than just a creature with a ghastly visage. He too was born of a powerful family, had inherited things still beyond his full understanding.
The healing is easy. He has done that since the day of his birth. Even now, festering wounds and seeping lesions will sometimes appear on his body. When they do, he fixes them almost without thought, stitching flesh back together to make himself once again whole (he has tried fixing the way his skin stretches tautly over his bones, the way his hair grows in patchy, dull clumps on his skin, but it resists, refusing to be healed by any touch, magical or otherwise).
But this woman, she is different. He can almost feel the energy radiating from her, the darkness so at odds with his healer's soul.
Her next words cause a shiver to skitter down his spine, the unspoken truth behind her words disturbing him in a way he cannot quite express. Had she tried? That is his first thought as he remembers that brief tug on his soul when first he had seen her. And for a moment, he's not quite sure how to answer her.
He's not entirely sure he knows the answer.
”No?” It comes out more a question than a statement. In truth, he had never bothered to ask. Finally, his curiosity giving way to hesitation, he asks the question that has been plaguing his mind. ”Did you try?” His voice is soft as he speaks, a faint note of agitation tinging his tone. ”To control me?”
Jinn
undead son of Tiphon and Elysteria
