It being a tasty treat is significant enough, no~?
[And that is where he'd leave it under normal circumstances. But there's something in the air that presses heavily against him. Fated combat feels inevitable tonight and the reminder that he is not often successful in what he does. He's spent more years chasing after memories than actually living.
The dull ache of a master that does not care for you is familiar indeed when he walks beside Carol.
So he opts, just for once, to be a little honest. Because there's no harm in it. Death, one way or the other, feels just around the corner and perhaps he's feeling just a touch sentimental.]
But if you are genuinely curious, I would say they represent... memories of mortality. My brother ran off to be the errand boy of a witch. And he would return with trinkets and treasures from the various places he'd been from time to time. Often it was food that did not exist in the world I lived in nor would it ever.
The last thing he brought to me was ice cream... in a shade of green that food should not have been with bitter chocolate pieces to offset the sweetness. And while I sampled this mysterious creation I was told of vampires that lived not far off.
My brother was already a pawn in the Witch's game and he was placing me on the board as well. Carelessly sliding me into opposition against forces that I had no care in. And when the game was won and all had played their part for better or worse there was no care for the aftermath. In the lives it shattered and shook. Balance has been restored, so they said, but I couldn't help but wonder... Balance for who, exactly? The witch and wizard that broke it to begin with? The little children whom all of this was for?
[He shrugs his shoulders as if it doesn't matter. At one point he'd have been inclined to burn them all, including the brother that brought him into this mess but that was worn out of him long before the conclusion of it all.]
A treat to punctuate both the beginning and the end of a very long journey. That's quite poetic, don't you think~?
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[And that is where he'd leave it under normal circumstances. But there's something in the air that presses heavily against him. Fated combat feels inevitable tonight and the reminder that he is not often successful in what he does. He's spent more years chasing after memories than actually living.
The dull ache of a master that does not care for you is familiar indeed when he walks beside Carol.
So he opts, just for once, to be a little honest. Because there's no harm in it. Death, one way or the other, feels just around the corner and perhaps he's feeling just a touch sentimental.]
But if you are genuinely curious, I would say they represent... memories of mortality. My brother ran off to be the errand boy of a witch. And he would return with trinkets and treasures from the various places he'd been from time to time. Often it was food that did not exist in the world I lived in nor would it ever.
The last thing he brought to me was ice cream... in a shade of green that food should not have been with bitter chocolate pieces to offset the sweetness. And while I sampled this mysterious creation I was told of vampires that lived not far off.
My brother was already a pawn in the Witch's game and he was placing me on the board as well. Carelessly sliding me into opposition against forces that I had no care in. And when the game was won and all had played their part for better or worse there was no care for the aftermath. In the lives it shattered and shook. Balance has been restored, so they said, but I couldn't help but wonder... Balance for who, exactly? The witch and wizard that broke it to begin with? The little children whom all of this was for?
[He shrugs his shoulders as if it doesn't matter. At one point he'd have been inclined to burn them all, including the brother that brought him into this mess but that was worn out of him long before the conclusion of it all.]
A treat to punctuate both the beginning and the end of a very long journey. That's quite poetic, don't you think~?