the curse of dark mountain
pyrr
11-03-2019, 10:54 PM
He remained frozen, tail tucked and his body curled in on itself as he watched, transfixed, as the tears swelled up and fell down Pyrrhic’s features. Even in the dim light his emotions were palpable. Erystotle wasn’t any good to anyone, he only brought pain and caused this misery. The only thing to be done was to get rid of him. Pyrrhic should have killed him. Right then and there. Erystotle shut his eyes tight once more as he tried to summon any bit of bravery in himself.
With what little was there Erys steeled his nerves, and in one motion aimed to push himself against Pyrrhic’s chest. He’d want to bury his face in the larger boy’s neck, he’d grit his teeth and wait for the end. ”Take it, then.” He offered himself up softly. ”Soothe your anger, end my curse.” He tried to hold back his own tears, but facing his own end both frightened and disappointed him. He was supposed to go on, because Lydia’s sacrifice. His first curse.
With what little was there Erys steeled his nerves, and in one motion aimed to push himself against Pyrrhic’s chest. He’d want to bury his face in the larger boy’s neck, he’d grit his teeth and wait for the end. ”Take it, then.” He offered himself up softly. ”Soothe your anger, end my curse.” He tried to hold back his own tears, but facing his own end both frightened and disappointed him. He was supposed to go on, because Lydia’s sacrifice. His first curse.
