night lurker.

As their interaction came to be Deteste found himself thinking of the strangeness of their first meeting. He had seen through Basilisk's intentions yet he had had no ill feeling towards the boy. Perhaps he had seen through those intentions and saw the great loneliness that was eating the child away. Deteste often thought he should have led both of the children past the entrance of the cave. Yet each had their path to follow. Deteste could only pick one to guide. Short as that guidance was for loneliness was rooted in the boy and his future would not intertwine with light. And Deteste understood this for the same root stabbed at his own being. Perhaps he had entirely bled hatred from himself in the many killings he had been forced to partake in. But the man knew darkness and had accepted it's role in his life. For there need not always be malice in the dark.



The far echo of his name hitting a distant cave wall would draw him back to the present. Deteste thought often but speculation weighed heavily on his true opinions. He was a man of facts and truths. Without them he truly had no fucking idea. It was just the way of it. He would watch with some curiosity at Basilisk's cautious behavior. The man seating himself with a disposition of ease as the boy made his inquiry. I like the north. I am drawn to the cold. he spoke with honesty. He was unsure if Basilisk was aware of the recent dethroning. Truly, it had affected Deteste little. He was a patient man. There were other places among the woodland where he may reside. And yourself? he would inquire after a lengthy pause. A mirror, after all, was what most sought in their conversations. Perhaps Basilisk wanted Deteste to ask why he was here.