he is becoming undone as his head falls forward, he can’t take his mind from the sight of the wound that ended her life and he wants to burn her from his memory. a selfish want, but he doesn’t know how else to survive. before, she was alive and it was a known fact. now she was dead and there was no burning her from a mind. she was the fire that burned his memory into something better, now her fire was flickering out like a candle in the wind and there was no way to stop his decline back into his dark mind. his shaking hands were useless for rolling, he growled slamming the pathetic excuse for a joint down before he swept it all over the floor and flipped the table in one flawless motion. hands find their home in his hair, leaning forward and letting his head fall down, he was nothing but his grief in that moment. ilhicamina hadn’t known how to live without citlali until he saw a fire in ximena worth loving, and he had moved on from her. but it didn’t mean he didn’t love her, he had loved her in a way that was different from his first love. a way that had given him hope for the new world he was forced into, a way that had given him peace of mind all the time. now his peace of mind was gone, killed by one of her loves and a part of him was screaming at him to pick up his weapon, any weapon, and make richard and freddie pay for his hurt. burt knew it wasn’t their fault however those voices clung to his soul, whispering dark and horrible things.
THAT WAS LONG AGO. her last words was a reply to jealous comment he made about how she blushed and right now, all he yearned for was to see her glare at him as if he was a child. he didn’t care that she had grown to hate him, she was right to hate him. he had been great once, he could have been even greater if he didn’t change his weapon for a herb and he knew this, however after fighting for so long : he was so tired. so worn out by all the death he had delivered, all the deaths he had witnessed and finally, one more was added to the list. hers, the only death that could stir that darkness inside of him. a darkness that was diminished by her light, she had shown him how to be gentle again and as her body became dust, he forgot kindness, he forgot how to be gentle... burt, the man he had became to give himself peace was fading away and ilhicamina was being born again. ilhicamina was a person who fought without emotion, someone who would slay a man for looking at him the wrong way and burt didn’t want to become that man again. but it wasn’t up to him, he let himself unravel in the comforts of his home once the war was done. alone, his heart broke for the second woman he loved with all of himself and he became ilhicamina, the legendary slayer, the ancient hunter ... the world’s most feared warrior.
@celestialeds PROMPT / ACCEPTING.
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