Rory
Abandoned.
Destined to be ignored; alone, apart.
Had he expected something else? Had he expected Ludo to whisk into existence, just because he asked? Just because he needed something—closure? And guidance. Greed. He ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, tasting the fire in his soul.
Did his justification, his reasons, matter? Did anything matter?
He closed his eyes and sat in silence, listening to the world around him, breathing in the cool, sweet scent of a summer night. He had always been forced to find his own way, to make his own life, and even now when he tentatively reached out to the Gods again did they not answer.
So he was still alone, still had to find his own way.
Abandoned.
When the sun's first rays began to poke over the horizon Rory got up and left his silent vigil behind. He would ask again some other time, but he did not expect an answer, because he had never received one before.
Destined to be ignored; alone, apart.
Had he expected something else? Had he expected Ludo to whisk into existence, just because he asked? Just because he needed something—closure? And guidance. Greed. He ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, tasting the fire in his soul.
Did his justification, his reasons, matter? Did anything matter?
He closed his eyes and sat in silence, listening to the world around him, breathing in the cool, sweet scent of a summer night. He had always been forced to find his own way, to make his own life, and even now when he tentatively reached out to the Gods again did they not answer.
So he was still alone, still had to find his own way.
Abandoned.
When the sun's first rays began to poke over the horizon Rory got up and left his silent vigil behind. He would ask again some other time, but he did not expect an answer, because he had never received one before.