The grey-coated male laid atop the sand, little passing his mind. The sky above was dark and yet he still found the scene to be beautiful; an ocean dark and blue, sand clean as though he was the first to touch it, and the rotting form of Phobos across from him.
How many times had he seen the ocean in his life? Only a few times, he was sure. The first when he and Chesley made an attack on Phobos and that old fuck the herbalist had seemed to care for. Part of Chaudry cherished that memory, for every bit of pain it had caused Chesley and that eye of his it caused Phobos far more. Maybe they were bonded in that sense, maybe they always had been. It had been a thrill to see the lesser male writhe beneath his claws, better than the adrenaline he got from ripping into the skin of any predator or prey. In that way Chaudry was sure he had loved him.
Staring into blank rust eyes, Chaudry knew he couldn't bare to shut them.
A sob hitting his ears, it took Chaudry a moment to realise that it had come from him. Shaking tears from his eyes, he stood and looked to the ocean. He would leave the herbalist there, wash himself in salt water, and return home a new man. Looking to the corpse, he felt wary in the moment as he grabbed Phobos for what he thought would be a final time.
The world seem to fade away as he walked towards the water in heavy steps that felt as though they would sink him into the sandy ground. Wind passed his ears in quiet pleas, like the corpse was begging him to leave it be. Chaudry dropped Phobos in a moment of defeat, the world going quiet once more.
He could never be cleansed of this, not really. There would be another man, another rage, another opportunity, another death. His need had not died with Phobos. Next it would be a brother, Noctaryn, an innocent passerby, until finally he was torn down as so many had been before him.
Phobos had to be the first and last.
Picking up the herbalist once more, they entered the ocean whole.
How many times had he seen the ocean in his life? Only a few times, he was sure. The first when he and Chesley made an attack on Phobos and that old fuck the herbalist had seemed to care for. Part of Chaudry cherished that memory, for every bit of pain it had caused Chesley and that eye of his it caused Phobos far more. Maybe they were bonded in that sense, maybe they always had been. It had been a thrill to see the lesser male writhe beneath his claws, better than the adrenaline he got from ripping into the skin of any predator or prey. In that way Chaudry was sure he had loved him.
Staring into blank rust eyes, Chaudry knew he couldn't bare to shut them.
Why don't you speak to me anymore?His words came out a hiss, and he could feel the desperation in his own searching eyes.
I need you to talk back tonight.He needed it. He needed it and yet he knew Phobos wouldn't utter a word.
A sob hitting his ears, it took Chaudry a moment to realise that it had come from him. Shaking tears from his eyes, he stood and looked to the ocean. He would leave the herbalist there, wash himself in salt water, and return home a new man. Looking to the corpse, he felt wary in the moment as he grabbed Phobos for what he thought would be a final time.
The world seem to fade away as he walked towards the water in heavy steps that felt as though they would sink him into the sandy ground. Wind passed his ears in quiet pleas, like the corpse was begging him to leave it be. Chaudry dropped Phobos in a moment of defeat, the world going quiet once more.
He could never be cleansed of this, not really. There would be another man, another rage, another opportunity, another death. His need had not died with Phobos. Next it would be a brother, Noctaryn, an innocent passerby, until finally he was torn down as so many had been before him.
Phobos had to be the first and last.
Picking up the herbalist once more, they entered the ocean whole.
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