a ravenous reprieve


Authors
Tiyre
Published
1 year, 10 months ago
Stats
255 1

tw : talk of death

maybe losing your magic, even for a moment, is a chance at a second life

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Author's Notes

2 (200+ words) + 1 (magic use) + 1 (world specific) + 2 (evocative) + 2 (character development) = 8

It was suddenly.... quiet.

A quiet he handed heard since he didn't know he should notice. A quiet that filled his skin, quenched his pores (whatever that meant, but, as someone who predominantly lived in a desert, it probably made sense), soothed his soul. He didn't know that it could be like this, not any more. That he could actually find.... peace.

He hadn't had peace since he lost his place, lost his parent, lost his way. It had just been voices talking talking talking, telling him that they were starving, he was needed, he had to find and bring and kill and hurt and drag. He didn't want to, had never given in to anything larger than something small, but it dirtied him. Stained him. Made him scared of himself and the world around him.

This monster, this monster that he had stumbled entirely too close to..... it was freedom. Awful, horrible, terrible freedom, but freedom nonetheless. He wouldn't help help it - of course not, that was preposterous, problematic, wrong. It was a monster, an obvious monster, one that would deal damage as it was able but it was also peace, and freedom, and hope. Maybe he could get better, if he just learned to control it. Maybe someday, maybe someway, maybe. But maybe he wasn't stuck, maybe he didn't have to plead to have his magic removed or changed. Maybe they could grow together, become better, find a purpose in it's immortal destruction.

Maybe he had a reason to let something grow.