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drear2014-09-12 07:39 pm
scrimshander) wrote in drear2014-09-12 07:39 pm
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we all are stranger creatures
[ he should have known it was another one of his tricks, another one of his ridiculous constructs of faith. but time begets familiarity, if not affection, and the outsider knew how he'd react to his usual jibes. daud's lashed out at him before, never really expecting his blows to connect, and thus throwing all his considerable force behind him.
but this time, the knife—a knife that hummed with his mark and appeared with a sudden weight in his hand, its presence snapping through his arm up into his heart—hit true, lanced through the outsider's sharp cheekbone and back into his throat. the whalesongs that filled the outsider's void filled him, then, too, and his bones felt for a second like they were being sucked out of his body.
he's been alone ever since. that's not the problem. the problem is, though his feet hit the ground in the place that is not the void as solidly as ever, when he glances at his reflection in a shop storefront, his eyes gleam a flat, dark, gold.
fucking gods. though, if his suspicions are correct, he's a god now, too.
he hopes the outsider is still alive, if only so that he can drive his knife into that damn half-smile the bastard always wears again. ]
but this time, the knife—a knife that hummed with his mark and appeared with a sudden weight in his hand, its presence snapping through his arm up into his heart—hit true, lanced through the outsider's sharp cheekbone and back into his throat. the whalesongs that filled the outsider's void filled him, then, too, and his bones felt for a second like they were being sucked out of his body.
he's been alone ever since. that's not the problem. the problem is, though his feet hit the ground in the place that is not the void as solidly as ever, when he glances at his reflection in a shop storefront, his eyes gleam a flat, dark, gold.
fucking gods. though, if his suspicions are correct, he's a god now, too.
he hopes the outsider is still alive, if only so that he can drive his knife into that damn half-smile the bastard always wears again. ]