I often wonder how much of my life is real and how much is merely tied to the twisted corridors of m
I often wonder how much of my life is real and how much is merely tied to the twisted corridors of my fractured mind. Would I have always turned out like this? Would things have been different if I’d not lost my memories? Is the Beast really a part of me, or something latched onto my mind like a leeching parasite?Questions pile upon questions and the answers elude me, leaving me weary and agitated. Nothing makes sense and yet everything has fallen into place as though it should have always been. Coming to Ul’dah on that specific day, at that exact time. Stealing from that raen as they moved through the crowd, staying my blade at every meeting with them after, falling for them before I’d even realized I could feel. Our life together feels more fiction than reality, leaving me constantly guessing and at the same time waiting for the other side of the coin. There is joy here, another emotion I did not know until it had shown itself, a complicated emotion that goes against my very nature. Even now as I attempt to write these thoughts down they shatter and fragment, twist and warp, always slipping through my fingers. Tinkling shards of my mind bounce and skitter away, a broken mirror reflecting only the darkness inside.Lio tore the page free from the journal, blood stained fingers smearing across the other blank pages as it was tossed away. The torn page was folded, tucked into his tunic, a problem to be dealt with another time. Silvery eyes scanned the mangled and viciously contorted bodies around him. No familiar pale flesh, no viera ears, this recent lapse didn’t result in Shi’s death, or the bodyguard. Good.. the emotions he felt around the woman were.. raw.. he wasn’t sure how he would have reacted if he’d found her remains among the others.Piling the bodies together was a fleeting thought, one he was already doing before he’d even decided his next course of action. The oils he found among the victims effects would suffice for a starter. The fire would take care of the rest.. if the site raised questions.. the simplest solution would be raiders. The keeper glanced to the stars, humming an old familiar tune as he held up a hand, turning it slowly from side to side until he gave a satisfied grunt and started off. A light chuckle leaving the bastard as he caught the sound of a nearby stream, quick wash and back on track, back home. -- source link
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