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Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote in [community profile] guiltrip 2023-05-17 08:54 pm (UTC)

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[He appreciates the poetic imagery. Honestly, as coarse as he can be, there's still something to him that leans towards it, like a withered plant to sunlight. He stares and thinks for a long moment. Regret, guilt, shame. Emotions that feel like old friends. Or old enemies? They haunt him, regardless.]

...I had a dream I kept to my heart, I will admit. But I'm like any Fixer. I abandoned that as a dream and nothing more. I follow the highs and lows, the winding path. The flow. But that stalled and weakened after a...certain point.

[A pause.]

I've seen the ugliness of the City like nothing else. I contributed to it. I spilled blood time and time again. I made mistakes that can't be erased. That dream was held in despite of it all. But in the end, backed into a corner, there wasn't darkness. There was...light.

[And a voice, a sweet voice, so warm, so inviting, and...]

But I turned away from that. It would've destroyed me, suffocated me. Distorted me. I have a new "flow", so to speak. The City keeps turning, true, in its own hateful way. But I'll still follow what I have. [A beat.] Ah, look at me. I've said too much.

[It's so vague one wonders if he said anything at all.]

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