10-31-2020, 02:09 PM
And then she was doing it again. “Stop lecturing me,” he said with a snap. “You think I don’t know that? I’m the one who woke up with—” he cut himself off. After a grumble, he finally added, “I know it’s real,” But he didn’t want to be reminded.
When she asked the identity of his tormentors, he only swallowed, and when he looked at her it was with a wetness in his golden eyes that he couldn’t explain. Behind all the shit and feelings and hurt emotions was buried someone pleading for rescue themselves. Someone plunging into something they knew they shouldn’t want.
His hands went to the collar of his t-shirt as if about to rip it apart. They didn’t reveal what was hidden beneath, but Sierra knew what was imprinted across his chest.
He wanted to say it, but the words lodged somewhere behind the trollkors. I’m not a man. I’m not even human. I’m a freak. He felt it churn in his blood even then. His eyes saw the shade of another world with wherever he looked. His senses curdled with smells and sounds unwelcome. And those were the best. The worst was unthinkable. He looked at the water, wondering again if she was near. Did she sense him? Did she lust after blood?
He growled again. Helping others proved to himself that he was a good, even if he was a monster. Even if Sierra didn’t believe it.
When she asked the identity of his tormentors, he only swallowed, and when he looked at her it was with a wetness in his golden eyes that he couldn’t explain. Behind all the shit and feelings and hurt emotions was buried someone pleading for rescue themselves. Someone plunging into something they knew they shouldn’t want.
His hands went to the collar of his t-shirt as if about to rip it apart. They didn’t reveal what was hidden beneath, but Sierra knew what was imprinted across his chest.
He wanted to say it, but the words lodged somewhere behind the trollkors. I’m not a man. I’m not even human. I’m a freak. He felt it churn in his blood even then. His eyes saw the shade of another world with wherever he looked. His senses curdled with smells and sounds unwelcome. And those were the best. The worst was unthinkable. He looked at the water, wondering again if she was near. Did she sense him? Did she lust after blood?
He growled again. Helping others proved to himself that he was a good, even if he was a monster. Even if Sierra didn’t believe it.