07-24-2010, 03:08 PM
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loosen the noose, love. loosen the noose with love.
The name. He’d never been one to recall names with absolute certainty, though something in the surname conjured up an image of silver eyes and snow-white hair. The rest was mere gibberish, but there was something alluring about the name “Soul” and its connotations—something morbid, and something ethereal. “A pale white she-wolf?” he said, more to himself than to Halo, for he was certain that he knew who her mother was now. Always, there’d been something about light-haired women—the dove-like, flawless exterior unmatched by the hollow, wolfen soul within.
They were lovely on the outside, yet worthless within. He loved to damage that exterior, staining the unmarred surface crimson and black with his filthy hands. It wasn’t as though they’d ever met again. But the time matched, and he could imagine the truth as it was. One last stroke found the boy’s head before he held him out to the girl, relinquishing his hold on the child. There was no reason to be cruel any longer to Halo. He would give her what she wanted and provide no further reason for tears to leak down her cheeks. She’d been birthed of destruction and sin after all.
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The name. He’d never been one to recall names with absolute certainty, though something in the surname conjured up an image of silver eyes and snow-white hair. The rest was mere gibberish, but there was something alluring about the name “Soul” and its connotations—something morbid, and something ethereal. “A pale white she-wolf?” he said, more to himself than to Halo, for he was certain that he knew who her mother was now. Always, there’d been something about light-haired women—the dove-like, flawless exterior unmatched by the hollow, wolfen soul within.
They were lovely on the outside, yet worthless within. He loved to damage that exterior, staining the unmarred surface crimson and black with his filthy hands. It wasn’t as though they’d ever met again. But the time matched, and he could imagine the truth as it was. One last stroke found the boy’s head before he held him out to the girl, relinquishing his hold on the child. There was no reason to be cruel any longer to Halo. He would give her what she wanted and provide no further reason for tears to leak down her cheeks. She’d been birthed of destruction and sin after all.