03-06-2017, 12:02 AM
He swallowed. Stared at the ground as his blood soaked into it. This hallowed ground. Sacred only to him. How many times did he come here? Like a ghost. Haunted here, trapped here, tethered. Always, he came back. Appeared, disappeared. This place that meant nothing. This place that meant everything. But only to him.
Only to him.
He lowered himself, as he always did, his bone-thin body resting awkwardly on a bed of armor protruding from him. He couldn't stay long, had been commanded. Had things to do, people to find, men to kill. But just for a moment. His mentor wouldn't know, just a moment. Just a recess into the first good memory he'd locked safely away. A memory he'd stolen, in his forceful way. Always so selfish, so controlling.
I love you. He tensed. Another memory. Slowly relaxed. Swallowed. Damn, but then it started, perfect goddamn timing as always. His insides rumbled, a feeling not a sound, shifted, transformed, pushed outward. He hissed against the sudden piercing pain. His skin ruptured, bled freely. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out, excruciating and blinding. He refused to think of her warmth, her flow of magic that had always soothed him just when he needed it, as if she could sense him. Sense his suffering. She always came when he needed her.
But all he ever gave her was pain.
All he ever was, was pain.
Destruction.
He sighed heavily and stood, removed his tainted body from this perfect place. The place she'd lain. He stared toward the mountain, to the place of his birth. To the place of his death.
I love you.
And sometimes a stupid damn heart just wouldn't stop.
Only to him.
He lowered himself, as he always did, his bone-thin body resting awkwardly on a bed of armor protruding from him. He couldn't stay long, had been commanded. Had things to do, people to find, men to kill. But just for a moment. His mentor wouldn't know, just a moment. Just a recess into the first good memory he'd locked safely away. A memory he'd stolen, in his forceful way. Always so selfish, so controlling.
I love you. He tensed. Another memory. Slowly relaxed. Swallowed. Damn, but then it started, perfect goddamn timing as always. His insides rumbled, a feeling not a sound, shifted, transformed, pushed outward. He hissed against the sudden piercing pain. His skin ruptured, bled freely. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out, excruciating and blinding. He refused to think of her warmth, her flow of magic that had always soothed him just when he needed it, as if she could sense him. Sense his suffering. She always came when he needed her.
But all he ever gave her was pain.
All he ever was, was pain.
Destruction.
He sighed heavily and stood, removed his tainted body from this perfect place. The place she'd lain. He stared toward the mountain, to the place of his birth. To the place of his death.
I love you.
And sometimes a stupid damn heart just wouldn't stop.
