Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jun 9, 2017 5:52:06 GMT -6
Every time he stepped over the threshold and into the lodge, the place became more and more familiar. He knew where the beams cut through eachother or just how far out from the fire the ash had fallen. The one thing that always changed was the faced that turned to see whom entered, before their gaze was pulled back to more interesting things. That was why he lingered those few moments in the doorway, to see if anything else had changed. His blue and white eye swept across the large room, before he moved towards the fire.
There were not many souls here tonight, but that suited him perfectly. With a few easy movements, the hood was pulled back and the cloak opened before it was thrown over the back of a chair. The cold had lost its touch on him, after spending so much time in the belly of a rock, but warmth was still welcomed. He found a place to sit down, his muscles aching from the long walk and the soak in the sea. The chill reached into his bones, but it could never compare to the ice he felt in his heart.
Everyone from his past had been laid to rest. It felt not like he had drowned his childhood friend and mentor, but rather that awkward kid with the horrendous face scars that always was bruised. With the blacksmith dead, so was his own chance at a life he could be proud of - one that was his own. Then why did it not hurt? He felt nothing. Maybe the last layer had finally been peeled off and now only rawness remained. The fire danced in his eyes as he lifted his gaze from his own torment and met the shining blue eyes of him who now was his whole world.
"It is done."
