Post by Velokell Villalobos on Dec 19, 2010 23:29:28 GMT -5
He couldn’t help it; a ghost of a smile slid onto the Deathless’ face, as she spat her reply at him. So, she didn’t like it when he called her ‘human,’ did she? Oh, if only he could show her what her face looked like, when she saw him rise up from the dead like a bullet-ridden Lazarus. She had called him a freak, then…maybe not in words, but in actions. He’d loved her, he realized, looking at her with a mixture of anger and confusion. He’d loved her so much, that he had risked the Mistress’ wrath to be with her. He’d loved her so much, that when she had run from him, she’d torn him up inside.
Love was pain, he thought with a little growl under his breath. He’d known that all along. But when it came to Kaylie, to the strong, brave, confident Kaylie, he’d expected something so much different. He’d expected…gah, what? Acceptance? Kindness? Love in return? He was a fool!
He tensed when she moved toward him, but forced himself to remain where he was. He wanted HER to leave; he wasn’t going to fucking run, dammit. She was in the wrong! She had hurt him!
And yet, there was a lick of shame in his gut, and he clenched his teeth against it.
“I wanted you to…care for me,” He finally said, voice just a whisper. “I wanted you to be different than the others. I’d told you about my curse; I thought you’d understood. But you ran…you feared me. Just like the others do.”
Gods, he wanted to believe her; believe the earnestness in her eyes. But he couldn’t let himself trust her again…not if he wanted to survive. The Goddess who owned his soul was angry; jealous. Was his human worth defying Her wrath?
Before he could stop himself, he took a step toward her. “Why now, Kaylie? Why couldn’t you have accepted me before? I needed you to…only you…”
