Paladin: This is kinda old too. Some dribble I wrote trying to stay awake in English Literature class last year. Doesn't really make much sense, but it made perfect sense to me right after I wrote it. I dunno. Thanks!
Fear had become a common emotion for him. Loneliness was his only friend. Sure, all his other ever did was hit, or touch to cause pain, but it was all he had, and he had come to crave it.

Some wondered why he was so quiet, so thin, so innocent in his beliefs. They didn't know anything, they knew nothing about his other. They knew nothing. He bared everything in silence, not quite daring to hope for something better. Not really remembering what it was like before. Before him, before this.

The dark of the room burned in his eyes, or maybe it was just the fact that light bothered him. In the light he could see his body. All the scars he holds deep inside, under his clothes, where no one can see, except the one who put them there. He would gladly show him.

Light illuminates the soul. He knew his soul was undeserving of that light. That sacred light that was born inside him the moment his other came into existence was too much for him. How could any being think he was pure enough to hold that brilliance? It burned at him.

"I won't give up. I won't allow it." He whispered to himself, reveling in the pain that coursed through his body.

Stubborn.

He knew the darkness in his other would consume them both if not for the light he reluctantly contained. This then was his only hold upon the other. How ironic.

The thought causes him to smile.

Is fear supposed to be so wonderful?


Paladin: Thanks fr your visit!