Memories flood his mind - each traumatic scene flickers for a moment and then disappears. This is who he is: a young man, barely a man, broken (but not yet lifeless) . . . entirely unable to escape the hellhounds of his past nipping at his heels. Even beneath the surface of the lake, where the deafening silence of the water in his ears usually calms him, he now sees the faces of the family he turned his back on. They are mutilated, burned, desperate and seething . . . he wishes to make peace . . . this is anguish . . . i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me
Litotes’ surfaces just in time to hear a shy hello echo in his clogged ears. He turns his head sharply, blinking several times to clear the water from his eyes and see the voice’s owner better. How embarrassed he feels, diving like a suicidal maniac in a lake he is so obviously not evolved to be in. Lie hurriedly paddles to where he can stand, planting his hooves hesitantly on the shifting stones. A long stare, silence, and then he dips his head bashfully. His eyes, lids drooping low, peer at the girl as if he is imploring for forgiveness. Water drip drops from his lashes, each second of his mania disappearing as the trickles reunite with their source.
She likens his father, coat-wise. Lie gets an overwhelming feeling of deja-vu, even more intense than usual, as if this moment has happened a thousand times in a thousand different reincarnations.
“Hi,” he replies softly, so terribly softly. Lie lifts his head slowly and shakes out the residual water. “I’m Litotes,” he speaks again, now a tiny bit more confident. He hopes he did not scare her, the slight concerned tuck of her chin whispers a million tiny hesitations to him.
“What’s your name? I hope I didn’t ruin the lake for you . . .” he finishes, offering her a demure smile.
guess i'm a coward, i just want to feel all right
@[Kensa]
