💘 A memory that gets their heart pounding.
@carbuncle-egi | memory meme (accepting!)
Slowly, carefully, he pushes himself upright and hugs his stomach as Mongke forces himself to breathe. In, out. In, out. It is not the first time he has dreamt of memories but this time… this time, it’d been one of the worser ones. He squeezes his eyes shut and hopes the blackness blocks out the vivid imagery of blood and mayhem and—
“Endure. Survive. Live. For the rush of blood, for the time between the seconds—live. For the sole pleasure left to me in this empty, ephemeral world—LIVE.”
Mongke is damn near hyperventilating as he replays the scene of Zenos’ cold eyes staring him down, staring right into his soul, and rejoicing at whatever that beast found deep down inside Mongke. He is not a monster, he is not a beast, he is not Zenos. He is not Zenos. He is Mongke.
He presses a hand over his chest to find that his heart is pounding against his breastbone. Then he presses his hands to his damp forehead and wipes off the cold sweat.
Never again, he murmurs to himself as he stares out the window to watch the dark night sky and the waning moon. Never again.