En narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his sword, the rose beginning to glow red in reaction. The sword was heating up. There was that damn pain again, that low, cold pulse in his chest that ached with doubts and begged for humanity. It was weakness; a naive side that still believed there was a chance for him to be happy. He'd been tricked too many times by it to know the truth. If he allowed himself to be vulnerable here, to him, it would only end badly. That was the only destiny he had. "I still love you...." His eyes widened with fury, and with flames erupting out of his sword, he swung it downward. A wall of flames raced across the ground, separating the two. En slowly lowered his sword and stared at Marco from his side, his face a mixture of sorrow and iciness. He shook his head at him, as if to say, "You shouldn't." He turned and walked off.
He lost him. Marco realized whatever happened, could in fact not be fixed. At least not by him. He slowly walked a few steps backwards, his eyes still fixated on En, his expression grew bitter... resentful even, repressing his fear with aggression, as he usually does. His vulnerability has been met with rejection and heartbreak, as it always seemed to do. There was nothing left to say. He turned around and slowly and walked in the opposite direction.
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En Litari II
En narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his sword, the rose beginning to glow red in reaction. The sword was heating up. There was that damn pain again, that low, cold pulse in his chest that ached with doubts and begged for humanity.
It was weakness; a naive side that still believed there was a chance for him to be happy. He'd been tricked too many times by it to know the truth. If he allowed himself to be vulnerable here, to him, it would only end badly. That was the only destiny he had.
"I still love you...."
His eyes widened with fury, and with flames erupting out of his sword, he swung it downward. A wall of flames raced across the ground, separating the two. En slowly lowered his sword and stared at Marco from his side, his face a mixture of sorrow and iciness. He shook his head at him, as if to say, "You shouldn't."
He turned and walked off.
3 years, 3 months ago
He lost him. Marco realized whatever happened, could in fact not be fixed. At least not by him. He slowly walked a few steps backwards, his eyes still fixated on En, his expression grew bitter... resentful even, repressing his fear with aggression, as he usually does. His vulnerability has been met with rejection and heartbreak, as it always seemed to do. There was nothing left to say. He turned around and slowly and walked in the opposite direction.
3 years, 3 months ago