“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?” drifter @ mire
“ When you’re standing across from me ? ” There is a chill that rivals that of the Void’s fire in Mire’s tone as he crosses ground, stopping a few feet from Drifter, standing as tall as he ever did. He doesn’t need to show his face for the cold glare to be felt from him.
Though Mire does not move, instead staring down the man before him. Once upon a time this was someone Mire smiled at. This was someone Mire had wanted to give everything to. Someone he killed for, protected. Someone that, for once, wasn’t property to him. Hope had been important; Mire had been ready to call Hope his everything -
And then Hope walked away, and now in that mans place stands Drifter.
It’s a name Mire has come to despise. But because the new name, the new person before him, still wears Hope’s face, Mire’s hand stays from what he truly wants to do. Parts of Mire scream out that he can fix this. That he can bring Hope back, that he can have the life he’d imagined. Somewhere deep down in there Hope is waiting for Mire to dig him out. It’s a view Mire knows, deep down, is wrong, but it’s the only justification he has for his inability to kill.
What would the others think if they could see him here ? See how he hesitates, how he still wants Hope ?
“ One day they will find you, much like I have. ” But it won’t be through me; I’ll keep them as far from you as I can. “ And they will put an end to you. You won’t stop them. Not like you have me. ”
He finally admits it ; though he doesn’t need to. Both of them know it all too well.
“ No one can keep them away from something they want. I’m the only one so far who has wanted you. If they turn their sights on you, it’s over. ” He still cares. Gods help him, he does. “ I keep trying, and you don’t seem to see that. ” Frustration seeps into his tone, anger starting to bleed into him. “ You don’t listen. ” Hissed out, Mire’s eyes narrow, and he’s quick to step forward, grabbing the other man by his damned duster, pulling him up off the ground.
“ Take my offer and you might fucking live. ” I don’t want to watch you die. “ Stop ignoring this. You’re not invincible. You’ll die if you continue as you are. You do look like the kind of man who dies; and if it has to be by my hand or theirs, it will be by mine. ” A moment is taken, Mire nearly seething, before he seems to forcibly calm himself down, his hands opening, depositing the Drifter back down to the ground. His head shakes, and he turns, no longer wanting to be there, to be dealing with it. Though as he walks away, before he fully manages to leave, he turns his head, to lock his helmets gaze to Drifter.
“ You always were, and always will be, mine and mine alone. ”
@dawnbrokcn / raw as hell / accepting