jaegoxrhys:
“When you get as old as I am, things start to get a little stale. I was running out of things to do, things that felt new whenever I tried them. In hindsight, I understand how that makes me sound to someone who did not want this done to them in the first place,” he said with a small sigh. In retrospect to the other two in their triplicate, he wanted the change. Craved it. He had already mastered so many skills that an eternity was starting to feel like a death sentence. He rose a brow as the man continued to speak, giving Dylan a small shrug. “As a human, I died rather quickly into the fourth crusade not long after I joined. That was a particularly gruesome battle, but then my sire found me and I began my true journey. The thing is… you have that chance to get that freedom. You don’t have to answer to anyone who betrayed you now, you are going to live long enough to do all of the things you have dreamed. It is waiting for you, and that is not just me being an optimist.”
“I used to look on with disgust for anybody who would even possess a willingness to turn themselves into a lab rat. I still would, but I know now what I’ll experience for myself eventually you can do a million things and still aren’t satisfied.” Dylan wore the weight of his traumas on his shoulders, feeling that it was his responsibility to take on the others in the house. The habit brought about the grumpiness and the uptight personality Dylan seemed to be famous for nowadays. A painful side effect of an Alpha who lost his crown. “The soldier’s resurrection, you could almost write it in a song.” The hybrid rose from his spot, moving around the coffee table and taking a seat next to Jaego, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, “I don’t see that side of my immortality, Jaego, I don’t see the beauty of it the way you do. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.” He sighed, “I wouldn’t know what to do with it.”













