What do you see?
One darkened ear turns upon the bed of darkened grass to fixate his attention in some manner upon the female whom rests beside him. He has heard her words and yet for several moments remains entirely fixated on the sky above with little attempt to offer any explanation as his mind struggles inwardly to perceive the nature of a question he cannot fathom in its depth. He does not like to be asked questions, understands only from the tone of her voice that she is seeking his voice in return and yet his mind rebels against this attempt at comprehension, one he struggles to subdue within this silent moment as he…tries. It is a rare thing indeed for the darkened male of sin and death whose form in cloaked obsidian has for so long graced this earth with wretched intent, to attempt to try for another, to attempt to offer some display of understanding for truly he has given up attempting to perceive such a thing in others.
Their praise is meaningless to him, their emotions separate from him, he cannot relate and as such holds no desire to seek the acceptance or approval of others for there is nothing to be gained from such a notion. He exists simply to exist. To attempt to appease another as he does in this moment is beyond the capabilities of his mentality on most occasion and yet perhaps within itself this is his own version of….love. It is a fractured, broken, wretched thing and yet if he cannot perceive self he cannot perceive other nor the fragile emotions that exist in his companion for she still- carries a soul bound to this earth that seeks the affections of another= affections he is surely incapable of. Yet he tries- struggles to comprehend for she matters on some level and in some fashion. She matters. She exists ans others do not exist and perhaps this is his love in the only form through which it might be pertained. He seeks a higher plain of thought- if only for a moment and for her- and that is his love.
Though perhaps she may never understand it.
Eyes of deadened emerald continue to remain fixated upon the plateau of stars above, gaze unmoving, unblinking and yet frustration marks his features a moment all the same. Within this single time of calm it is evident perhaps that there exists some form of being beneath the rage and hunger that otherwise ensnare his form and mind until there is little left for such a creature outside of it. It is a tragic existence perhaps- though none have ever shown true pity for the creature, his mind so very filled with the need to feed that he simply does not exist- he feels nothing, his own existence doomed until the day he finds his own relief upon his final breaths. What does he see? See. Eyes. See.
“Stars.”
It is a single word- one seemingly totally insignificant and yet within it perhaps exists far more- the single realisation that he has heard and understood her previous words, that he has connected what exists before him with the words she has given him- that he holds some capability within himself to acknowledge another in some fashion and perhaps that within itself is far more meaningful