jamie
03-18-2026, 12:10 PM
jamie
What courage! He watches the boy stiffen, demanding his body cooperate. It is with fondness that Jamie remembers how impossible it had felt, trying to get his own coltish limbs to hold him up, how they had ached in protest. He wonders if the boy feels pain or if the weakness in his limbs comes only from their youth. The boy does not grimace or whimper, so there must not be any real pain beyond the stinging of split skin.
He does not think he died, but Jamie wonders what the child knows of dying. The ink-black mouth quirks with the question. “Sometimes,” he answers and thinks of Miseria again, the steady stream of blood from her eyes, though he had dragged her up out of the pits of hell already dead. There is no blood in her veins, no heart in her chest, and still she bleeds. Still, the blood drips bright red down her nose and collects in puddles at her feet. “It depends on what made them.”
What made the boy?
“Do you feel dead?” he asks, though it is a silly question to ask someone so young that they barely know what it feels like to be alive. Perhaps it is only because he remembers what it had felt like to be a cowering thing that he does not simply peer beneath the boy’s skin to see if there’s a heart beating in his chest.
Perhaps his curiosity lies more with whether or not the boy believes himself a living thing.
He does not think he died, but Jamie wonders what the child knows of dying. The ink-black mouth quirks with the question. “Sometimes,” he answers and thinks of Miseria again, the steady stream of blood from her eyes, though he had dragged her up out of the pits of hell already dead. There is no blood in her veins, no heart in her chest, and still she bleeds. Still, the blood drips bright red down her nose and collects in puddles at her feet. “It depends on what made them.”
What made the boy?
“Do you feel dead?” he asks, though it is a silly question to ask someone so young that they barely know what it feels like to be alive. Perhaps it is only because he remembers what it had felt like to be a cowering thing that he does not simply peer beneath the boy’s skin to see if there’s a heart beating in his chest.
Perhaps his curiosity lies more with whether or not the boy believes himself a living thing.
so darkness i became
@Ghoulish