♡ + dark
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While Mariku feels safe in the dark, he realizes as well how very threatening it can be.
Deals with the darkness are a double-edged sword. While keeping hidden in it, like beneath the skirt of a worried mother, nothing would be able to really pose a threat to you - or so it seemed.
A matter of confidence. The dark had tooth and nail and it was quite capable of using both. He had realized this far too late as a human being, or at least as he was part of one. Now... the darkness had bitten him, had carved him open and seen what he was made of. It had nestled into his head, lived beneath his skin, festered in his heart and soul and curled in his stomach like a warm meal.
Nothing of him wasn't anything the darkness hadn't been privy to. He was seen and he saw. He was touched and felt at the same time. One and many and all.
As comforting this touch could be, as overwhelming it was at the same time. His mind, although very much widened, was in it's state still human. No human should get these concepts, feel this widely spread. He felt painfully aware and insane and sometimes it made his skin crawl with how much was so little inside of him.
He fled the clutches more often than not nowadays... not because he hated how this thing in the nooks and crannies of everything made him feel... but he knew one day it would consume him with no regard... and at that moment, he would be a true beacon, shining in darkness.
But he hoped this day was still far and he would have the anchors of humanity in his mind for a lot longer. Because in all of this pain and darkening and festering, he had been feeling, he realized that the nature of being humane was an utterly new concept, he had never been capable of before. He was keen to study that. And after... he would find a new thing to study... and another.... and once he had found everything there was to find...
He'd find his end.