- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
It felt like they had gone full circle, and ultimately reached nowhere. He felt her talent entering the building long before he saw her, and the darkness within him roiled, reaching out greedily for her talent. He would not be able to read her mind again until he let it touch her. He knew that. The tendril of darkness that slipped past and out into the world against his will raced through the corridors as fast as thought. It wove in and around her shield, before touching her gently, unknowably.
A wave of guilt, sorrow, confusion, and uncertainty ran over him so quickly that he nearly flinched, and the darkness recoiled. Briefly free it aimed for her talent, trying to bury into it and absorb it, as it absorbed everything. Nick grabbed it mentally and tugged, and the thing writhed inside her barrier, only releasing itself from her when it was clear that Nick would shatter her shield before he stopped fighting against its insatiable desire to consume. Once more, her mind and her talent were her own.
But the traces of her emotion lingered on within him, and for the first time since the darkness had found him, Nick welcomed her presence. There were no complications now, not that he knew he was going to try and survive for a little while. He wouldn't let her kill him. He'd drive her away first. But he didn't want to drive her away. She was the last link to the world he had once lived, the world that had abandoned him. He clung to it with the tenuous hope of a child.
He missed his mom and dad, missed the times when they had once showered him in love and affection, teaching him and training him and guiding him so that, when their time was past, he would be the greatest Lord in living memory. But that affection had been stolen from him long ago, long before they had sent him away on a mission he should not have been able to survive, and come back with the darkness.
Kyna's soft words were like a dagger through his heart. He didn't want her tenderness, her pity. He didn't deserve it. Although she didn't know the truth, what little she had been told was true. He had gone home, and he had hurt his family. He was on the verge of being completely uncontrolled, and wreaking havoc on the known world. Now she was being soft to him. Now, when he had thought her empathy buried underneath layers of training, after her dramatic threat last time.
The emotions were boiling inside of him, and the darkness cascaded out of him like a wave, filling the room and dimming the light. It found all the cracks in his wall and pushed through them, widening them. He tried to pull it back in, but he couldn't. He could feel every part of the room, could feel Kyna's bright talent burning inside of her, and still there was so much darkness within him. Enough to cover the world.
As the darkness, visible and tangible only to him, continued to fill the room, writing and angry, changing things suddenly and then changing it back before it was humanly possible to notice what had happened, another barrier within Nick broke. The tears began to stream from his eyes, but this time their descent was not silent. A small sob shook his shoulders. It was the first noise he had made since he had been brought to the asylum, and it was quickly followed by another and another.
The darkness pulled in close to him, pressing on him like a blanket. One tendril reached out and gently brushed the tears away from his eyes, but it only caused Nick to cry harder. He hated it, hated everything it represented. The darkness recoiled from him suddenly, and the brief respite where it had stopped fighting against him was over. It began to tug, and he tugged back, and the tears fell.
A wave of guilt, sorrow, confusion, and uncertainty ran over him so quickly that he nearly flinched, and the darkness recoiled. Briefly free it aimed for her talent, trying to bury into it and absorb it, as it absorbed everything. Nick grabbed it mentally and tugged, and the thing writhed inside her barrier, only releasing itself from her when it was clear that Nick would shatter her shield before he stopped fighting against its insatiable desire to consume. Once more, her mind and her talent were her own.
But the traces of her emotion lingered on within him, and for the first time since the darkness had found him, Nick welcomed her presence. There were no complications now, not that he knew he was going to try and survive for a little while. He wouldn't let her kill him. He'd drive her away first. But he didn't want to drive her away. She was the last link to the world he had once lived, the world that had abandoned him. He clung to it with the tenuous hope of a child.
He missed his mom and dad, missed the times when they had once showered him in love and affection, teaching him and training him and guiding him so that, when their time was past, he would be the greatest Lord in living memory. But that affection had been stolen from him long ago, long before they had sent him away on a mission he should not have been able to survive, and come back with the darkness.
Kyna's soft words were like a dagger through his heart. He didn't want her tenderness, her pity. He didn't deserve it. Although she didn't know the truth, what little she had been told was true. He had gone home, and he had hurt his family. He was on the verge of being completely uncontrolled, and wreaking havoc on the known world. Now she was being soft to him. Now, when he had thought her empathy buried underneath layers of training, after her dramatic threat last time.
The emotions were boiling inside of him, and the darkness cascaded out of him like a wave, filling the room and dimming the light. It found all the cracks in his wall and pushed through them, widening them. He tried to pull it back in, but he couldn't. He could feel every part of the room, could feel Kyna's bright talent burning inside of her, and still there was so much darkness within him. Enough to cover the world.
As the darkness, visible and tangible only to him, continued to fill the room, writing and angry, changing things suddenly and then changing it back before it was humanly possible to notice what had happened, another barrier within Nick broke. The tears began to stream from his eyes, but this time their descent was not silent. A small sob shook his shoulders. It was the first noise he had made since he had been brought to the asylum, and it was quickly followed by another and another.
The darkness pulled in close to him, pressing on him like a blanket. One tendril reached out and gently brushed the tears away from his eyes, but it only caused Nick to cry harder. He hated it, hated everything it represented. The darkness recoiled from him suddenly, and the brief respite where it had stopped fighting against him was over. It began to tug, and he tugged back, and the tears fell.