12-22-2009, 03:20 PM
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Leland looked at the girl, as she comprehended his meaning and took initiative. Her words, but more over her inability to hold his gaze, told him that indeed he was lucky. This girl knew how to cure him, the only cure he wanted, to only cure he had convinced him would heal him, whatever his affliction was. Could one die of a broken heart? If one chose to let it kill them. Yet it was more than that, not just his heart, but his spirit too. His whole view of how the world should work had come crumbling to pieces and Leland, gentle spirit that he had been, wasn’t able to live in reality any longer. The world was full of hatred and evil doers, of lying, cheating, stealing and a plethora of other crimes. The tiny silver linings on the large looming storm clouds were not enough to sustain him anymore. Perhaps he was doing the world a disserve when he took the tea from her, but he didn’t care about the world anymore. Besides, so greatly had he changed from the creature he once was that he didn’t bring any light to the world anymore either.
Leland took the cup of steaming liquid from the girl gratefully, his smile sad and sincere. Slowly he brought it to his lips but before he could take a sip Slay was there, and the girl rushed into her cabin, leaving the two men alone. Leland couldn’t think of her anymore, what trouble this act might cause her. The world was full of trouble and she was bound to get her share, too bad it involved him. Bi-color eyes lift to the black and white male and Leland smiled again, almost happy to see his old friend. “Slay… I just…” He paused, if he took too long the male might understand, might stop him. In one swift motion, too swift perhaps for someone in his state, Leland gripped the cup in both hands and disappeared the liquid with one big swallow. “I just want to rest here… okay?”
What he meant of course was that he wanted to rest here forever, that this was to be his final resting place. Dahlia de Mai, as it was as good as any. He didn’t get to clarify as the light seemed to seer his eyes, he recognized nothing anymore for all his vision went blurry and he didn’t know if he reached out to Slay or not as he staggered forward and then fell down upon the ground, his body slightly twitching until, only moments later it was still. Whether he felt pain or not, Leland couldn’t have told anymore, it had all gone too fast, but in his mind’s eye there was Lyla and Rue and their family, and in the background, him, always hovering, waiting for a life he could never have.
Leland looked at the girl, as she comprehended his meaning and took initiative. Her words, but more over her inability to hold his gaze, told him that indeed he was lucky. This girl knew how to cure him, the only cure he wanted, to only cure he had convinced him would heal him, whatever his affliction was. Could one die of a broken heart? If one chose to let it kill them. Yet it was more than that, not just his heart, but his spirit too. His whole view of how the world should work had come crumbling to pieces and Leland, gentle spirit that he had been, wasn’t able to live in reality any longer. The world was full of hatred and evil doers, of lying, cheating, stealing and a plethora of other crimes. The tiny silver linings on the large looming storm clouds were not enough to sustain him anymore. Perhaps he was doing the world a disserve when he took the tea from her, but he didn’t care about the world anymore. Besides, so greatly had he changed from the creature he once was that he didn’t bring any light to the world anymore either.
Leland took the cup of steaming liquid from the girl gratefully, his smile sad and sincere. Slowly he brought it to his lips but before he could take a sip Slay was there, and the girl rushed into her cabin, leaving the two men alone. Leland couldn’t think of her anymore, what trouble this act might cause her. The world was full of trouble and she was bound to get her share, too bad it involved him. Bi-color eyes lift to the black and white male and Leland smiled again, almost happy to see his old friend. “Slay… I just…” He paused, if he took too long the male might understand, might stop him. In one swift motion, too swift perhaps for someone in his state, Leland gripped the cup in both hands and disappeared the liquid with one big swallow. “I just want to rest here… okay?”
What he meant of course was that he wanted to rest here forever, that this was to be his final resting place. Dahlia de Mai, as it was as good as any. He didn’t get to clarify as the light seemed to seer his eyes, he recognized nothing anymore for all his vision went blurry and he didn’t know if he reached out to Slay or not as he staggered forward and then fell down upon the ground, his body slightly twitching until, only moments later it was still. Whether he felt pain or not, Leland couldn’t have told anymore, it had all gone too fast, but in his mind’s eye there was Lyla and Rue and their family, and in the background, him, always hovering, waiting for a life he could never have.