02-04-2020, 10:37 PM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
It might hurt his feelings to know that she thinks of him as ugly, but he is not blessed with mind reading as his dear brother is. Ghaul remains oblivious to the feelings and opinions of others. He nods when she repeats the name of his home and he grins despite the sound of disgust she carries so fiercely in her voice. He loves this kingdom despite its rough appearance and the reputation it has begun to build – it is the cradle that fostered his growth and strength. When the winter had threatened to tear him down, he always found a warm little nook to curl up in.
“Afterlife?” His turn to repeat with a questioning tone, though his voice is merely curious. “Pangea is my paradise. The only safe place in the world.”
The rest of Beqanna had never been kind to him. In the meadows or the rivers, they called him monster. In Loess, he was scum. But here, in the canyons and red clay, he is a prince. It is the place where his father left him and in exchange it gave him Anaxarete and her aliens. It never took without giving him something else. If the afterlife is like this, then he doesn’t mind to go.
“Nerine is cold and dreary. You will like it here,” he says with a slow nod. He absent-mindedly lips at her neck as he imagines what it would be like to tear her open. She has some fight to her, like Sochi had, but he doesn’t think she has what it takes to claw his face open the same way. Ghaul traces his tongue along the roof of his mouth and exhales slowly to try and center himself again.
“You will like being mine.”
“Afterlife?” His turn to repeat with a questioning tone, though his voice is merely curious. “Pangea is my paradise. The only safe place in the world.”
The rest of Beqanna had never been kind to him. In the meadows or the rivers, they called him monster. In Loess, he was scum. But here, in the canyons and red clay, he is a prince. It is the place where his father left him and in exchange it gave him Anaxarete and her aliens. It never took without giving him something else. If the afterlife is like this, then he doesn’t mind to go.
“Nerine is cold and dreary. You will like it here,” he says with a slow nod. He absent-mindedly lips at her neck as he imagines what it would be like to tear her open. She has some fight to her, like Sochi had, but he doesn’t think she has what it takes to claw his face open the same way. Ghaul traces his tongue along the roof of his mouth and exhales slowly to try and center himself again.
“You will like being mine.”