Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
Raymond bowed his head, eyes flickering shut at the ink-dark mare's touch, drawing in her ozone scent as though it could bolster him. There had always been an easy comfort to be found in the constancy of solitude. A lone agent may slip in and excise a cancer with a scalpel's precision, confident through his isolation that blows would fall only where they should.
Bonds were like shrapnel bombs and more volatile than frightened cats. Tug at one thread and whole sections of the fabric might warp; once upon a time he had pitied a kitten and then feared for her safety, and in safeguarding her life he had set in motion a chain of events that had cost Ruth her innocence and Florentine nearly her entire life. Acting becomes far more difficult when you stop being able to predict the consequences.
Strange.
Despite all his words accepting blame, did he actually fear being accountable for his own actions?
Ruth emitted what might, for an imaginative sort, have been a sixty-foot behemoth's equivalent of a plaintive mewl as Calliope turned away, huffing heavily enough to shower Raymond with coarse dust. He felt no better for having shared them with one another, and the unicorn's words echoed unpleasantly in his mind as she left him there with his charge.
At least, unlike Calliope, the universe entertained no illusions of justice. He shuddered to think what the arrival of such a portentous beast should say about what it thought he deserved.
Bonds were like shrapnel bombs and more volatile than frightened cats. Tug at one thread and whole sections of the fabric might warp; once upon a time he had pitied a kitten and then feared for her safety, and in safeguarding her life he had set in motion a chain of events that had cost Ruth her innocence and Florentine nearly her entire life. Acting becomes far more difficult when you stop being able to predict the consequences.
Strange.
Despite all his words accepting blame, did he actually fear being accountable for his own actions?
Ruth emitted what might, for an imaginative sort, have been a sixty-foot behemoth's equivalent of a plaintive mewl as Calliope turned away, huffing heavily enough to shower Raymond with coarse dust. He felt no better for having shared them with one another, and the unicorn's words echoed unpleasantly in his mind as she left him there with his charge.
At least, unlike Calliope, the universe entertained no illusions of justice. He shuddered to think what the arrival of such a portentous beast should say about what it thought he deserved.
@Calliope | fin <3
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