10-21-2021, 12:08 AM
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There was a twinkle to her smile, a light trill to her voice, the naivety of youth. He'd been there once too, long ago, when his whole world was one big silly adventure, damn the consequences. All ancient memories now, tinged with bitterness he couldn't shake, much like his own shadow. 'You love the autumn,' she says. Far from it... he thought, his sickening smirk twisting into a scowl. Autumn brought death, or the promise of it. He hadn't always been this way, but it was his way now. By his own making, Etojo had nurtured himself into a foul creature. Perhaps others found a sick beauty in this, as she seemed to. But not him. "No." He repeats. His haunted eyes falling on the blossoms snagged in her hair and he wonders if he'd mastered his hold on killing plants stronger than she could give them life. Let's see. He wills them dead too. "Autumn is a cursed life." He says simply, bitterly. She knew not of his insatiable hunger. Or of how he scavenged off dead things already killed and half eaten by predators far more skilled than he. Nor did she know how his memories haunted him, twisting into moments full of such sorrow they could not possibly be true. But it was his truth now. Whatever he was, what he'd become, the magic had twisted him. Perhaps if she knew, she would understand he acted with destruction because it gave him respite away from his thoughts. That it felt good to feel something other than sadness. To cause chaos, to see hurt and pain plastered on the face of another so even if only momentarily, he needn't feel so alone. But she didn't show pain, nor hurt, nor suffering. Not outwardly. And somehow that made him feel something else too. The tiniest peck of curiosity. |
@crania