[private] I want to share your sin; elestren

[abandon]

ABANDON

Abandon has only ever felt lost.

Lost in a world that has rejected him. Lost in a world that has never wanted him. Lost in a mind that has betrayed him from the very beginning. It is a cruelty that wraps long fingers around him and digs into the flesh, but it is not a cruelty born for cruelty’s sake. It is the kind that comes from long, hungry nights. That kind that is fostered in loneliness and ushered into the world under the guise of wanting more.

It is a hungry kind of hatred.

The kind that feasts on itself, gorges on its fading promises.

It’s what drives him, sharp-eyed through the meadow. Watching those who gather and those who pass through. Studying them and trying to mimic them. Pitying them and longing after them. Forever warring in his own head about what he is and what he wants to be. Whether he wants to be accepted or ignored.

When he sees her, silvery and purple as the moon, he nearly dismisses her entirely. She is nothing if not another jewel against the décolletage of Beqanna. But when he sees the downcast eyes and smells something like panic in the way she refuses to look up, he cannot help but pause. Cannot help but watch her closer—her frightening youth mirroring the one stolen from him. It stirs the hunger in him once more.

Winding through the flora and fauna, he comes up alongside her, his crimson eyes not bothering to soften. They are as raw as a nerve, demanding, greedy. “You have no idea where you’re going.”

It would be a question if it were not for the blunt delivery, dull teeth whispering the sharp words.

I want to see your sadness. I want to share your sin.
I want to bleed your blood. I want to be let in.

@[Elestren]