💭 - Lylithium
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Gloves. They hadbecome a necessity for him and not just for the pure aesthetic. What he believed to be a type of corruptionhad blackened his hands up to near his elbows. Violet rivers of Void magic seemed to glow from underneath the darkenedflesh and yet, it was only the coloring that had changed. The texture remained and he could still feeland touch. The skin was neither roughnor cracked just changed. He often wondered if it would spread all overhis body and what the repercussions of that would be. It was a fear and a curiosity, a dangerouscombination for an elf that understood everything through personal discovery.
Each pair of gloves was custom made for him so that they fitlike an almost second skin. The leatherwas both supple and soft. The undersideof the gloves was reinforced, allowing them to be practical and protective. An enchantment was also woven into each pair,allowing for magic to be cast without damaging them though he seemed to alwayshave penchant for destroying at least a pair once a week.
Nevertheless, his usage of gloves was not as rampant as Lyli’s.
Where do you get allthose gloves, you poor, tortured soul? Iknow you do not change them because they have been soiled. It is not in the manner that physicians usethem but…close. You will change them totouch different beings and yet, it seems to be some kind of obsessive behavior. Do you hide your hands as I do? Have you too been burned by the very magicyou can wield?
I have seen the torturedsoul that you are. I have heard part ofyour story. I doubt you would want mypity but that is not what I offer. I seeyou at war with yourself but I cannot help if you are silently doing it. It is your war to fight but you do not haveto be alone. You have Celestine. You have me. You have the Wolves yet you keep your quiet, self-placating demeanor.
What screams and yellslie underneath that calm visage? Whatwar are you losing each second we stand next to each other? You have seen what I can do. You too have listened to the spirits. You can communicate with them likely as muchas I can. But to what avail? To be messengers between the deceased and theliving? To see what may be in store forthe living? I nearly lost my sanity to theprophetic words, do you hear them too?
Of course you do. You brought it to my attention. You revealed to me the error in my ways. You made me realize that I could not ignorethe voices that haunt me. You let meknow that I had missed her call in my petulance.
My dear, Lylithium. I am here to stay and I both fear and amcurious as to what they whisper to you about me. You told me you were waiting for someone likeme … a self-indulgent fool with a proclivity for attracting monsters? I attracted her and now we shall see if I canwithstand the storm I have brought upon myself. Perhaps I will need your help more than I thought I would.
[ @lylithiumwhispers ]