a guilty mind needs to confess

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-20-2010, 02:54 AM

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In Character

No part of Gabriel believed for an instance Inferni was without sin. He had rushed into battle at his mother’s beck and call, and seen the bodies of the children she had slaughtered. There was no part of him that found this at all forgivable, but he had no control over any individual—not even his children, who had long since abandoned their home. Ezekiel, Gabriel had realized, had done so with greater purpose then his sister. Still, the fact that they had left him stung. Abandonment was the one thing that Gabriel found hurt more then anything else, and how it hurt. He no longer allowed it to show, but if the nightmares (which he avoided only by sleeping so erratically) proved anything, there was no part of him that could find safety or comfort in those around him. They would, as time wore on, abandon him again. It was an inevitability that Gabriel lived with day to day, and swallowed and buried deep in him.

She was so unlike this place, and he wondered what had happened to her. Rikka had once been angry, and full of fury from he knew not what, but she now seemed to be focused instead on the world as a whole, and no longer half bottling up her emotions. The fear of being childless was something Gabriel could not indentify with, but he did not think it was likely. Someone would prove themselves worth her time, worth conceiving children with, and then she would be able to find herself some peace. Notwithstanding, of course, the fact that Inferni was never half so stable as he would like, and that the quiet surrounding their neighbors to the south was peculiar and would last only for a manner of time. He inhaled the cold air, sensing something off kilter, and let his eyes leave her to focus instead on the landscape around them. The deer had long since left, and the fields were empty, tall grass swaying in the breeze, an amber sea offset by the ocean somewhere far behind them. The smell of salt remained in the air, and mingled in with the coyote’s pelts as it had when Inferni had lived on Hell’s Coast.

The unfamiliar name made his attention return to her, gold yellow eyes narrowing sharply. “Should I?” He asked cautiously, wondering why she had waited until now to bring it up.

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