The sentiment stunned The Sorrow, so accustomed to existing on the shore where reality washed against something else.
The scent of death and whispers of ghosts clung to the boy, incorporated into his magnanimity without thought or regret. One would have thought he would repudiate sorrow.
Acceptance was a heady drug to one who was himself little more than emotion distilled. Moreover, one who would dispense it to such a non-being was intriguing.
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Date: 2007-11-23 09:28 am (UTC)The scent of death and whispers of ghosts clung to the boy, incorporated into his magnanimity without thought or regret. One would have thought he would repudiate sorrow.
Acceptance was a heady drug to one who was himself little more than emotion distilled. Moreover, one who would dispense it to such a non-being was intriguing.
The Sorrow smiled.
-I WOULD LIKE THAT
ARYOL-