and on their altars you lay your heart of stone
He waits, again.
Waits and waits and waits, but only silence greets him, holds him, wraps around him; silence and emptiness. Loneliness. There's no one—nothing. No Voice, no human. The black void stretches infinitely around him.
And in it he craves .. touch. To wrap his arms around someone, anyone, to hide his face in their nameless shoulder and pretend he can still feel the warmth of their skin as clearly as he feels the beat of their hearts. Hollow and tired, he hugs himself, closing his eyes and waiting until the swell of reanimation fluids stops threatening to spill from his blue eyes.
He's three hundred years apart from all he ever loved and held dear. Three hundred years late to a death in which he will be separated from many of them anyway.
It seems unfair.
Eventually, he leaves the empty temple behind.
( Fin )
Waits and waits and waits, but only silence greets him, holds him, wraps around him; silence and emptiness. Loneliness. There's no one—nothing. No Voice, no human. The black void stretches infinitely around him.
And in it he craves .. touch. To wrap his arms around someone, anyone, to hide his face in their nameless shoulder and pretend he can still feel the warmth of their skin as clearly as he feels the beat of their hearts. Hollow and tired, he hugs himself, closing his eyes and waiting until the swell of reanimation fluids stops threatening to spill from his blue eyes.
He's three hundred years apart from all he ever loved and held dear. Three hundred years late to a death in which he will be separated from many of them anyway.
It seems unfair.
Eventually, he leaves the empty temple behind.
( Fin )
