paragon .

demon turned therapist, hired keep to psychoanalyze the raven haired boy seated across from you.     psychoanalyze is what you intended on doing though unbeknownst to the mere mortal occupants, the analysis was strictly for your enjoyment.   to gain the knowledge that you so badly sought, to see if the soul you sought out seemed as seasoned as you believed.     “ i understood you just fine. while i do my best to make sense of them, it will only hinder you to not seek to make sense of them yourself. ”              a challenge, shifting weight, leaning void body against the right side of chair.    a near ache to act as if you cared about the therapeutic growth of this child though you played the act well, thousands of years of practice.    “ talk to me about the ‘no’ component of this accident. it is easier for us to understand ourselves by first confronting our actions and intentions. ”                  and what were your intentions if not driven by the need to devour? 

IN   SPITE   OF   QUALMS,      the   boy   sinks   in   his   seat,   basking    in    the   teenage   rite   of   passage   that   is   disrespect.           ❛     i   don’t   think   i   want   to.     ⠀❜       seed   of   doubt  had   been   planted,     though   germination   had   yet   to   take   place  as   he   recalls   a   pretty   changeling’s   reassurance  that   lying   would   unfetter   him.       ‘neath   hippic   lashes   do  eyes   burn   bright   with   revelation.         ❛      you   work   for   me,   don’t   you     ?     my   uncle   is   paying   you,    isn’t   he     ?     what   are     your    intentions,    doctor   ---    ?   ⠀❜          he   doesn’t   wait   for   a   name.         ❛      i   can   pick   and   choose   what   i   want  talk   about,      and   i   don’t   want   you   asking   me   about   that   anymore.      choose   something   else.      ⠀❜  

       “ correct, you have not murdered anyone. ”  stone shoulders rise and fall with a passive ease.  eyes remained dark and void, just like the vacant presence that loomed in the confines of this hollowed shell of a body.   lips pursed, head tilting.    “ we’ll get to what i want momentarily. i’m afraid we haven’t fully indulged my initial question, no?  at least, i did not find the answers i sought. ”  strand of blond hair pushed behind ear.    “ so then tell me, miles fairchild, was it an accident? you can be honest with yourself. ” 

   ❛      I   ALREADY   GAVE   MY  ANSWER:      yes   and   no.     i   understood  what   i   meant   just   fine.    why   don’t   you   ?    ⠀❜       not   quite   as   acute   as   he   had   anticipated,    though   the   narrative   seemed   to   be   unfolding   before   him   rather   rapidly;   everyone   wants   something,   though   he   never   knew   what.      (    the   boy   is   astoundingly   heedless   of   the   bright,    gossamery   state   of   his   soul,    that   which   glimmered  the   surface   in   the   form   of  high - grade   charm.    )          ❛       if   you’re   dissatisfied,    that’s  more   your   problem   than   mine,    isn’t  it    ?       I  MEAN,   THAT’S  YOUR  JOB:      i  tell   you   things   and   you   make   sense   of   them.     ⠀❜