[private] Moths to flame // Torryn

[Torryn]

choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned

There is a noise that rasps at the back of his throat, something like a laugh. “The dark can be unsettling,” he says, though he is only vaguely referring to the dark around them. He wonders how he would have felt about the dark if he was not already full of it—if it did not overtake every part of him until it came spilling from his very pores, what would he think of the dark that has befallen Beqanna? “And I wish I could tell you there’s no reason to be afraid of the things that lurk in the shadows, but it would be a lie.”

He could tell her the creatures that have spawned from the darkness are shattered and broken things, like him. She could tell him they do things out of desperation and misery, but he knows to pity them would be unwise. He knows all too well what it means to be consumed by both anguish and greed—to be so selfish in search of relief that he does not care who he harms when searching for it.

His shadowed head tilts as she comes closer, watching her carefully with the ruby-red of his eyes. He does not know why, but he reaches for her with his fear aura, only instead of using it to push her away he arcs it over and around her—just enough to hopefully send pinpricks of fear up her spine, to give her that inexplicable feeling of something watching her from behind, urging her closer. “Where are you from, Amarine?” he asks her, his voice quiet and his stare fixed on her, letting the aura slowly fade away into nothing.

torryn

@[Amarine]