i’ve been both a saint & a viper
The kindness (can it even be called that?) that he had found on the shadow and its accompanying darkness withers away, disappearing into nothingness before his very eyes. It’s mouth resembles that of his own demons, frowning and disappointed, teeth flashing amidst the black. It does little to change the expression that the blue stallion holds; he has been betrayed, promised sanctuary only to be released back into the hell he had tried to escape. Twice now they have failed him and he wonders if he should not rely on them any longer - death will never come to him, perhaps it is finally time to face his eternity with willingness.
He is too tired to fight it any longer.
But he still harbors residual anger for this shadow beast, almost wishing that its teeth would find purchase amongst the sallow blue of his mottled skin.
You will never rest.
The darkness repeats him with a sinister voice while the chorus of black bodies scrounging about his skin echoes it in haunted whispers and moans.
Balto nearly presses forward - to push the Darkness to its edge; if he will not be given death willingly, like an old friend, maybe he can force its hand. But their twisting and writhing bodies - slack-jawed and menacing as they howl mournfully into his skin - remind him that there is no escape from his eternal nightmare and that this being will not grant it to him. The rage falls away as the Darkness’ voice becomes solemn and even once again, reminding him of what could have been.
The stallion’s eyes are glassy and crystalline as he stares desperately into the piercing yellow.
No escape.
“Please,” he whispers to the Darkness with a shudder in his pleading voice, “please kill me.” His plea will fall on deaf ears, he knows, but he cannot be certain what will happen once he is left alone. They have pried at the door for so very long and he is so very tired - he must let them in.
Let us in.
The click of their legs and arms across his body is loud and incessant in his ears. A broken-hearted and defeated sound leaves the darkness of his cracked lips, realizing that his chance of finding a savior is now falling through his fingers like precious grains of sand.
“Don’t leave me here.” The words fall out of him desperately, though he knows that the Darkness only lingers perhaps to see him cave in on himself, to succumb to the evil that lurks just outside.
Balto
@[jamie]
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