It's been so long, and I haven't written much in a few months, but here's a little something to show I'm still around, and that I'm okay. Hope you're all doing well in this current climate, and that you enjoy this. It's not my best work imo, and I'm struggling to get back into the writing mindset. But it's something for now. I may sometime write a full, detailed piece on this concept. We'll see. :) Any requests to keep me going, and to get me back into the writing saddle, in the meantime? I'd love to hear them. Thanks for reading. - Laura
Thoughts
"You...love her, don't you?"
The question spoke so inquisitively by his second-in-command threw him off guard for the briefest of seconds. Xipe often failed to remember that his subordinates could see into his thoughts, and those all-too-human thoughts of the so-called nemesis of the Labyrinth was open and laid bare before all who resided in this realm.
He was aware the majority of his Order knew of his fixation with the human known as Kirsty Cotton; it was certainly no secret amongst the Cenobites that he harboured such a fascination and fondness for the tenacious and fierce young woman.
With a sigh, the Cenobite Prince took his dark gaze from the tools he was conditioning across his lap, and fixed them on the faded grey wall ahead of him, not daring to look up towards Nikoletta.
"She's not mine to love. Nor is it ideal or appropriate." Xipe answered solemnly, his features pinched in the usual melancholy.
"But you do."
He closed those beautiful onyx eyes as he pictured such a bright and intelligent woman choosing to consort herself to such an undeserving and ungrateful man...a man so disingenuous and insincere. A man named Trevor Gooden.
"More than he ever will."