jamie
02-28-2021, 06:06 PM
Jamie
How he wishes he could have taken her along with him.
How he wishes the things that had changed in him could have been changed in her, too.
It seems only right that if nothing should be out of his reach that there should be nothing outside of her reach either. Are they not both children of the same shadow magician? Should they not both wield the same power?
She folds herself against him and does not pass right through him. How sweetly he receives her, kissing her head. It soothes him to know that he could protect her now, should he need to. Though there is nothing here that means them any harm. He knows what the shadow things are capable of, certainly, he had seen them in the Afterlife and they had torn him from limb to limb. Death had brought him such peace, such tremendous understanding.
They are not monsters and neither is he.
They serve a much greater purpose.
He leans against her.
“No busier than you, dear sister,” he rasps.
Is this true?
He knows that her quest had taken so much effort. He knows that it had not been easy for her to ask for his help. He knows, too, that it had been just as important as whatever business he had to attend to.
He shifts his weight and turns those freakish yellows into the pressing darkness.
“There will be children soon,” he tells her, though there is some small part of him that wonders if he should have let Beyza tell her. Beyza had once made it clear that her loyalty lay with Livinia, after all. “Mine and Beyza’s.” He wonders, too, if he should have made it sound more romantic. “Three daughters.”
How he wishes the things that had changed in him could have been changed in her, too.
It seems only right that if nothing should be out of his reach that there should be nothing outside of her reach either. Are they not both children of the same shadow magician? Should they not both wield the same power?
She folds herself against him and does not pass right through him. How sweetly he receives her, kissing her head. It soothes him to know that he could protect her now, should he need to. Though there is nothing here that means them any harm. He knows what the shadow things are capable of, certainly, he had seen them in the Afterlife and they had torn him from limb to limb. Death had brought him such peace, such tremendous understanding.
They are not monsters and neither is he.
They serve a much greater purpose.
He leans against her.
“No busier than you, dear sister,” he rasps.
Is this true?
He knows that her quest had taken so much effort. He knows that it had not been easy for her to ask for his help. He knows, too, that it had been just as important as whatever business he had to attend to.
He shifts his weight and turns those freakish yellows into the pressing darkness.
“There will be children soon,” he tells her, though there is some small part of him that wonders if he should have let Beyza tell her. Beyza had once made it clear that her loyalty lay with Livinia, after all. “Mine and Beyza’s.” He wonders, too, if he should have made it sound more romantic. “Three daughters.”
( FROM THE DESTRUCTION, OUT OF THE FLAME
YOU NEED A VILLAIN, GIVE ME A NAME )
YOU NEED A VILLAIN, GIVE ME A NAME )
@[Livinia]