A/n: I wrote this collection of drabbles almost as soon as I'd finished The High Lord as a bit of closure...Spoiler warnings...and I obviously do not own rights to this series of books. First up, Cery.
I re-read these drabbles and found a few things that I want to tweak...Hopefully this'll work.
Cery – Guys Like Me.
By Puff the magic dragon567
K
Summary: Guys like me are few, we live through deceit, we prey on trust, and we miss out on love.
Guys like me; we're different from the rest.
Our lives aren't built on hope and faith like the rest of those dwells; we know where we stand. We thrive on fear - other people's fear.
I have often wondered why - as I stare coldly into the overflowing eyes of many a filthy squib, in the brief moments before I kill – if this was the right path to walk. Yet always I come to the conclusion that I'm better off this way.
I didn't place myself in these shoes. You could say that I'm just a victim of circumstances, but that's not entirely true.
I don't have time for boredom anymore, those youthful days passed in gentle tedium seem a breeze now, and oh so far away.
Placing the empty mug firmly on the bar, I rose and left. The invigorating tang of potent bol still warmed my mouth.
Somehow, the clear night sky gets me thinking. It reminds me of the night me and Sonea spied on the guild. Once again, I feel the familiar yearn of my heart, as I remember the feelings I held, for her and Savara.
I know that neither love is possible.
Guys like me have to be careful. A pining heart plagues your mind; it grows like a weed and obscures it. It leaves you at risk. No matter how much my heart objected, I would always have this emptiness inside me.
I felt something hard thud against my chest. For a moment I'd let my guard drop. In one swift movement, I gripped my daggers and held them firmly down at my attacker's neck.
A sharp prick against my throat alerted me of the stalemate, the cool feel of metal soothed my hot skin, glimmering with fine beads of sweat.
I glanced down at my attacker, and met her eyes. Her bewildered expression showed that she had also let down her guard. The holes inside me welled up at once as a smile crossed her smooth Elyne features.
Third time lucky?
