How much do you think you make better with your fumblings? You don't help when someone else always has to run after you to patch up your wounds and clean up your messes. What if your idea of better isn't even better? After all, you're hardly a good person are you? Thou shalt not covet.
[And you covet, don't you. Oh how badly you covet the things beyond your reach revenant, all the things you want in this world and she knows it, she's seen it and run her fingers against the strings to feel them resonate, all the notes that make up his life. The lust was the surprise, she hadn't thought him capable of it, but that only makes her like it all the more, because lust is so often tied to shame, a dirty thing to be scrubbed away. That awful thing that lurks in him could be coaxed out, could be tempted and part of her wants to see it. Not a servant but a force of nature to be unleashed as the other part of him shrieks and pounds the glass until he shatters.]
Better. Oh revenant. [It could almost be mistaken for sincere if not for how she keeps smiling, if not for the pity in her tone that curls the corners of her lips, her fire lizard trilling as the bond broadcasts the perverse satisfaction Leonie feels in such moments and when he slips-
Oh when he slips it's sinking into a hot bath at the end of the day, it's making a world within a room until that world eclipses all other things, it's the ancient power that sings within her in places where power has always sat, invisible, unnoticed.]
I think you know what you want to say. You wear a chain you cannot lift alone, that drags in the dirt behind you. You need someone to take it up for you. Someone with the spine for it. You only want acceptance but you keep pressing your cheek to the wrong hands, darling revenant.
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[And you covet, don't you. Oh how badly you covet the things beyond your reach revenant, all the things you want in this world and she knows it, she's seen it and run her fingers against the strings to feel them resonate, all the notes that make up his life. The lust was the surprise, she hadn't thought him capable of it, but that only makes her like it all the more, because lust is so often tied to shame, a dirty thing to be scrubbed away. That awful thing that lurks in him could be coaxed out, could be tempted and part of her wants to see it. Not a servant but a force of nature to be unleashed as the other part of him shrieks and pounds the glass until he shatters.]
Better. Oh revenant. [It could almost be mistaken for sincere if not for how she keeps smiling, if not for the pity in her tone that curls the corners of her lips, her fire lizard trilling as the bond broadcasts the perverse satisfaction Leonie feels in such moments and when he slips-
Oh when he slips it's sinking into a hot bath at the end of the day, it's making a world within a room until that world eclipses all other things, it's the ancient power that sings within her in places where power has always sat, invisible, unnoticed.]
I think you know what you want to say. You wear a chain you cannot lift alone, that drags in the dirt behind you. You need someone to take it up for you. Someone with the spine for it. You only want acceptance but you keep pressing your cheek to the wrong hands, darling revenant.