04-11-2021, 03:57 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt;"]Kai couldn't face them.
His disciples with their — their hopeful faces , their faces cleanse from critique of him. Of what he was doing , what he did. He'd fallen in infatuation with an Outsider , a sinner , infatuated with her red hair like firelight , with eyes to match. He was foolish to think that he could persuade her. She'd been persistent, had made up her mind before she even came. All the signs were there, and yet Kai ignored them in hopes to make her his wife. And even in the end, he loved her too much not to let her have her choice. He let her go. All of these tests from The Pastor and he failed. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. No wonder he couldn't look any of them in the face.
He'd do what was necessary. Mass, Sacrifice. But after that, he'd hunker down in his corridors, expecting to be unbothered. He prayed a lot. Slept less. Sometimes forgot to eat. If anything, wine was his only meal. All of these things were a deadly mix , and sometimes he saw things. Bruises cratered his knuckles, but the walls had it worse. He dealt with his burdens very little, especially as Messiah. He was used to doing what was told, surpassing his challenges, and continuing on with life no matter the cost. Kai didn't know how to deal with his turmoil, so he distracted his emotional pain with physical. Honestly, it hurt less.
Already, Kai is a little wine drunk, but not beyond comprehension. He talks to The Pastor in silent exchanges — hoping , asking for an answer. It's easy to miss Eurydice's knock in this state, and so he does. Missing his name, too. He passes the room, biting his already trimmed nails. Having nothing to bite is what causes them to bleed , but he seldom notices. It's when she bumbles does he slowly come to. He slowly looks up at her from across the room in an almost dazed state , not much phased by her behavior, much less her presence. She'd been doing this for , what? A month now? He should have expected her so soon.
He watches quietly as she sets the food down , before she says she can excuse herself. He's silent for a moment , eyes dragging from the corn and beef laid on the table , before looking back at her. "Don't." He says it without second's thought; he'd been alone enough. He could maybe use company, and he knows that Eurydice would be the least to judge him. Still, he forces a facade strong enough to hold to; smiles his charming smile , grabs a wine glass from the old wooden glass holder. "I've just been lost in my thoughts is all. Do you want a drink?" Before she can answer, he pours her a glass as he sits on the couch, before signaling for her to sit as well. [color=#800000]"How are the others doing? Are they getting the chores handled?"
His disciples with their — their hopeful faces , their faces cleanse from critique of him. Of what he was doing , what he did. He'd fallen in infatuation with an Outsider , a sinner , infatuated with her red hair like firelight , with eyes to match. He was foolish to think that he could persuade her. She'd been persistent, had made up her mind before she even came. All the signs were there, and yet Kai ignored them in hopes to make her his wife. And even in the end, he loved her too much not to let her have her choice. He let her go. All of these tests from The Pastor and he failed. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. No wonder he couldn't look any of them in the face.
He'd do what was necessary. Mass, Sacrifice. But after that, he'd hunker down in his corridors, expecting to be unbothered. He prayed a lot. Slept less. Sometimes forgot to eat. If anything, wine was his only meal. All of these things were a deadly mix , and sometimes he saw things. Bruises cratered his knuckles, but the walls had it worse. He dealt with his burdens very little, especially as Messiah. He was used to doing what was told, surpassing his challenges, and continuing on with life no matter the cost. Kai didn't know how to deal with his turmoil, so he distracted his emotional pain with physical. Honestly, it hurt less.
Already, Kai is a little wine drunk, but not beyond comprehension. He talks to The Pastor in silent exchanges — hoping , asking for an answer. It's easy to miss Eurydice's knock in this state, and so he does. Missing his name, too. He passes the room, biting his already trimmed nails. Having nothing to bite is what causes them to bleed , but he seldom notices. It's when she bumbles does he slowly come to. He slowly looks up at her from across the room in an almost dazed state , not much phased by her behavior, much less her presence. She'd been doing this for , what? A month now? He should have expected her so soon.
He watches quietly as she sets the food down , before she says she can excuse herself. He's silent for a moment , eyes dragging from the corn and beef laid on the table , before looking back at her. "Don't." He says it without second's thought; he'd been alone enough. He could maybe use company, and he knows that Eurydice would be the least to judge him. Still, he forces a facade strong enough to hold to; smiles his charming smile , grabs a wine glass from the old wooden glass holder. "I've just been lost in my thoughts is all. Do you want a drink?" Before she can answer, he pours her a glass as he sits on the couch, before signaling for her to sit as well. [color=#800000]"How are the others doing? Are they getting the chores handled?"
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❝ When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away❞
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