I'm sick and tired of your masquerade
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
This stranger is something I am determined to understand. I may not right now but I will, even if it just ends up as something bad. I am determined to figure out how she thinks and how she reacts and the things she does, even if it ends up killing me. Besides I had promised that I will not die, I have promised Seraphiel the angel that I will forever return. I do not break promises, I never have and I never will, it is against my own moral code, the one that is mine and no other’s, and one which no other can replicate. Just as I cannot be replicated. I am not sure how I feel about this stranger, I am unsure what I should think, I do not know what words should flit from my tongue, and maybe this is the first time it has ever happened. She speaks again and I dip my head in acknowledgement, nicknames are not entirely unusual.
I do not say a word, I only listen, my silence is exactly that…nothing but silence. I do not move as she moves closer again, I am wary but I do not move. Perhaps closeness is what she is used to. Maybe she likes it. After all it is not the closeness that harms, and it’s very much hard to harm someone just by touch alone. I’ve never even heard of anything like that. Maybe not so long ago I still would have backed away. I just guess that isn’t the case anymore. Now I really don’t mind the touch of strange fur, after all being in a popular and great pack kinda desensitizes things, because we work close together often, side by side, nose to nose, shoulder to shoulder, fur against fur. I am never truly alone, only in my mind can I be alone, there is always someone close, someone watching. Always somebody to hear you call. Always somebody waiting to take you away. I shift as she moves and reveal her fangs, my aqua eyes locked into hers. Did they lie to me? “In some ways..I think…”
They had said that we would always be together, forever, that kind of thing, but look at us now, we weren’t, not really, so…would that constitute as a lie? Here I am, thinking again. “Well, I don’t see a difference. So…why not?” After all, are much of us different? Truly?
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
the healer of diveen
three - no imprint - no mate – no children- zack x aerith of old moladion
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