we're all killers
They weren’t familiar pawns in this world – more endeavored to others, to past lives knelt in schemes and ruses, snares and invasions, plotting and wreaking havoc. Here was a learning curve, a machination in the works, trying to fit themselves into nuances and sentiments where they didn’t belong, where they were uncertain, where they had to mire and muck their way through. And all the while, while they wished for mountains and duplicity; they drove instinctually to old tactics, foundations, and maybe one day they would mean something to someone.
Like now; perhaps they could be more than just peons and nothing.
“Perhaps. Like mountains,” then he snickered, he smirked, he smiled, believing in the possibilities of a skyline wider and taller and broader than the one they had now; auroras pressing into the horizon, peaks falling into valleys with hot springs and basins and caverns; not the same, but not wholly altered either. He thought of oceans too – currents bashing against cliffs or stretching across shores, curling across dunes, visions of the past coming into the present.
He’d never underestimated her – knew what she was capable of, what she could do, what she could implement, had always implored and clamored for more while he raged, while he festered, while he chased down each and every infidel who dared cross them.
Was it any different now?
She confirmed his earlier calculations – no pain, no agony, no anguish, capable of maneuvering headfirst, heedlessly, into whatever they desired – but did that mean they didn’t know when to stop? When to cease? When to desist? It appeared to be a conundrum and quandary of their own making. “Still be careful,” he insinuated, a slight arch to his brow; because she was a friend, because she was an ally, because he cared – even if she’d been altered, the Thief was the Thief, and those from the mountains didn’t erode lightly.
He sighed lightly, pondering how many he’d have to tell in the upcoming days – how many times he’d have to hang his head and wonder if he wouldn’t return from the stone halls, from the broken, ruined pillars, from the venom spiraling around and around. But, if their elements and invocations couldn't infiltrate and decay, destroy and inveigle the barbaric, venomous entrails, then they had a backup plan. “If we are not successful, I will recommend you to come along next time.”
Like now; perhaps they could be more than just peons and nothing.
“Perhaps. Like mountains,” then he snickered, he smirked, he smiled, believing in the possibilities of a skyline wider and taller and broader than the one they had now; auroras pressing into the horizon, peaks falling into valleys with hot springs and basins and caverns; not the same, but not wholly altered either. He thought of oceans too – currents bashing against cliffs or stretching across shores, curling across dunes, visions of the past coming into the present.
He’d never underestimated her – knew what she was capable of, what she could do, what she could implement, had always implored and clamored for more while he raged, while he festered, while he chased down each and every infidel who dared cross them.
Was it any different now?
She confirmed his earlier calculations – no pain, no agony, no anguish, capable of maneuvering headfirst, heedlessly, into whatever they desired – but did that mean they didn’t know when to stop? When to cease? When to desist? It appeared to be a conundrum and quandary of their own making. “Still be careful,” he insinuated, a slight arch to his brow; because she was a friend, because she was an ally, because he cared – even if she’d been altered, the Thief was the Thief, and those from the mountains didn’t erode lightly.
He sighed lightly, pondering how many he’d have to tell in the upcoming days – how many times he’d have to hang his head and wonder if he wouldn’t return from the stone halls, from the broken, ruined pillars, from the venom spiraling around and around. But, if their elements and invocations couldn't infiltrate and decay, destroy and inveigle the barbaric, venomous entrails, then they had a backup plan. “If we are not successful, I will recommend you to come along next time.”
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