Jun 3, 2019
30: How is your heart lately?
Healthy, full, a little stressed but hey, what can you do?
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30: How is your heart lately?
Healthy, full, a little stressed but hey, what can you do?
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Some days I scream into the void. The void screams back. I get really confused.
What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?
J’ihiro’s ears lay flat against his head and his tail drooped as he heard the question. Lying is part of an assassins arsenal. It’s like second nature to him. Regardless, there is one lie that always weighs heavy on his heart.
“‘I’ll save you.’ ‘You’re safe with me.’ ‘I’ll protect you.’ ‘You’ll be fine.’”
A deep sigh escaped J’ihiro’s lips.
“I’ve said those words to many people, but often times I’ve failed to follow through. They believe me at first, but I fail to keep that promise what else can it be but a lie?”
J’ihiro clicked his tongue, his tail flicking faster, signaling his irritation.
“Now I’m gonna be thinking about it for the rest of the day...”
nepenthe — something that can make you forget grief or suffering
It was...like a myriad of microscopic needles, lining the surface of his brain, burning cold.
Yes. That was it. That's how it felt like.
The vivid sensation of an absence.
Sorrow without a source.
What for?
Nhe'a didn't know. But something was missing.
Vee crawled from where she had been tucked against the miqo'te's side onto his pillow, the tiny claws of the dwarf dragon going scritch-scritch-scritch against the linens, and gave Nhe'a a resolute bap on the bridge of his nose, and a soft whine.
"Bwuh," he croaked, ever the peak of eloquence. "Wassit?"
Vee didn't consider it necessary to explain herself, and thus simply curled herself up into a scaly doughnut in the nape of Nhe'a's neck, where she rumbled away like a happy ceruleum engine.
"A'ight then," he breathed. "Sleep well, kiddo."
And that was that.
If he couldn't remember, then it probably wasn't terribly important to begin with.
For now, anyroad.