a gift to the gutter >> paddyyyy IP: 195.194.48.226 Posted on May 21, 2010 at 05:30:48 PM by Alexi
Alexi stalks the castle corridors, his black eyes ignoring shadows which weave around them, ears closed to moans from anyone. He can’t help them. Illusionism will never heal the sick, love vibes will never fix broken hearts, telepathy only bothers others, fire breath is of little help when others can manipulate fire. How did he end up with such a strange list of unreasonably unhelpful powers?
Or rather, unhelpful to others. To him, they’re not all that bad. For example, right now, his mind is rifling through the thoughts which echo like the shouts of a rabble through the castle, searching for Paddy’s. He finds it, eventually, and locks into it, immediately aware that the boy is still pregnant. Alexi almost growls with frustration – he doesn’t particularly care for children but it’s a ridiculous amount of time to wait for anything. He sighs and pads towards the familiar pattern of thoughts, not bothering to understand what Paddy’s thinking, simply using them as a guide as to where to find their source.
The huge corridors’s hangings of cobwebs are slowly disintegrating under the new influx of people. The poor stones of the castle seem almost arthritic under the strain. His son, Christoph, who Alexi would almost prefer to forget, seems to love it. The child, hobbling around with his stunted arm and strange, ruddy, complexion, is like a monkey, everywhere and nowhere in the castle, already at home in its laberynthian halls.
Alexi strides towards Paddy, wondering whether torture or kindness would be the best way to deal with him.