SWAYING TO THE RHYTHM
OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER
cakeShe spoke and he watched her as she did, his eyes as intense as ever; there it was, still gnawing at the back of his mind, and he knew he should have sacrificed a pill for his sanity before leaving home, but he hadn't anticipated this difficulty. The dark lady was right. It made him curious as to what had caused her mind to wander. Likely it wasn't his right to know. Likely, just as much, that in this state he didn't care much. There was something dark and malignant in him, something that surfaced rarely, only when his control began to slip. The ice was thinner than he gave it credit for.
cake"I don't have one," was his brief reply, oddly curt given his gentleman's mindset, the beliefs he'd had beaten into him. As he spoke, he moved forward, slowly, if for nothing but to get a better look at this stranger. She came into view under the moonlight and he saw the markings and the white eyes. If he had been any further into his own personal grave, he would have thought her to be a phantom of the past. A warrior maiden, perhaps, from the lands he had left behind, come to remind him of his treason, of Bane the Betrayer who deserved the fate they had chosen for him. But Bane still had his head. He smiled at her and stopped, opening his mouth to speak.
cake"Oh, no, please stay, my lady." Perhaps contrary to his aura, to the thinly veiled agitation and the glint in his eye, his voice was calm. Even and steady, and rather quiet. It belied his thoughts. "Where are you from?" The question was abrupt, but he was curious. It ate at him like a bear, or a big cat, or the halflings back home, gnawing on his bones and tearing at his skin. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the skull.
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