SirNateUnknown
Master Of Boredom
Each words plunges deeper into his skin, re opening old wounds that were carved within his mind. With a single stroke of their thumb against his lashes, it brough that one trembling red bead to hold those tears that wells up upon the glassy reflection. He couldnt help but choke back the immense emotions darkening the circles under his eye, followed by a soft painful chuckle from that weary grin. "That is exactly why, I had to push you away. You are my weakness. And That, is the most dangerous thing to have when facing an enemy of this land." Those words flew out his mouth, his breath trembled as he slowly guide their steps back towards their steed.
"They will not hesitate to use the most barbaric of methods, My mother's death was the result of their trickery. And now, that they have learned of my existence. Who is to say that they will not succeed in harming the rest of you? That is a risk I thought I could take but ultimately, now that you have tasted his blade. I realized, I could never bear such burden." The deeper his words dug into his open wounds, the further did those lips twist ino a smile and that red bead could barely hold the tears from betraying his vision. " You may despise me, find every shred of your being to loath this wretched mind. But ultimately, I am a selfish fiend by nature. I will reject you even if it will pain us both, such feelings I can live with. I have always carried them ever since I've met you, a guilt deeper than the abyss itself." At this point, he was slowly forcing their path to diverge. Yet even so, his hand would began to tremble for his own resolve had began to crumble in each passing moments. But he had to be strong, if he collapse now then who is to say his life would not have ended? This is the reality of the war he waged, a desperate act of a man who could no longer bear the fear that haunted his mind. Without even a moment to rest, for he who knew the unknown must prepare every steps to ensure he will survive in a cruel game where he was guaranteed to lose.
Even if he wanted to let it all go, it was no longer an option to do so. Both outcomes will lead him to misery regardless, he could not see any happy ending to this path he had taken. Tangled into the strings that strangled him, as he was reminded of the weary face that became of the Edinburgh's King. He should have ended it years ago, now time was no longer by his side. "I wish, I could accept your aid. Or perhaps even let go of this bloodied war that poisoned these lands. But I still have some responsibilities to return to, an obligation to my past." He uttered with a pained smile, squeezing the warrior's hand as they stood right beside the chesnut colored Steed.
"They will not hesitate to use the most barbaric of methods, My mother's death was the result of their trickery. And now, that they have learned of my existence. Who is to say that they will not succeed in harming the rest of you? That is a risk I thought I could take but ultimately, now that you have tasted his blade. I realized, I could never bear such burden." The deeper his words dug into his open wounds, the further did those lips twist ino a smile and that red bead could barely hold the tears from betraying his vision. " You may despise me, find every shred of your being to loath this wretched mind. But ultimately, I am a selfish fiend by nature. I will reject you even if it will pain us both, such feelings I can live with. I have always carried them ever since I've met you, a guilt deeper than the abyss itself." At this point, he was slowly forcing their path to diverge. Yet even so, his hand would began to tremble for his own resolve had began to crumble in each passing moments. But he had to be strong, if he collapse now then who is to say his life would not have ended? This is the reality of the war he waged, a desperate act of a man who could no longer bear the fear that haunted his mind. Without even a moment to rest, for he who knew the unknown must prepare every steps to ensure he will survive in a cruel game where he was guaranteed to lose.
Even if he wanted to let it all go, it was no longer an option to do so. Both outcomes will lead him to misery regardless, he could not see any happy ending to this path he had taken. Tangled into the strings that strangled him, as he was reminded of the weary face that became of the Edinburgh's King. He should have ended it years ago, now time was no longer by his side. "I wish, I could accept your aid. Or perhaps even let go of this bloodied war that poisoned these lands. But I still have some responsibilities to return to, an obligation to my past." He uttered with a pained smile, squeezing the warrior's hand as they stood right beside the chesnut colored Steed.