@piorgan: ❛ you revel in my torture . ❜
oh projection, such a human concept for someone who insists they abandoned that the day their lover vanished into the reflection of the moon. typical puppets thinking they can have emotions, typical tools thinking they have other uses than their forged one. yet there it stands, determined to be seen as more despite their so called equality in their title of sinner.
time shakes his head, of course the conductor revels in their symphonies, what a boring thing to speak into the world. he turns, facing death's blasphemy itself and that same, cold smile that graces his lips upon that dark revelation all those centuries ago. vedrfolnir revels in knowing fate is his, rerir is correct, but what the other doesn't understand is how far he will puppet the strings to be the only winner in the end.
"and the sky is ever masquerading, ever condescending to the truth. what hope do you wish to have achieved, bringing such an obvious statement to me. sight and i may no longer be acquainted, but even i know your face now... you want more, you hunger it. speak it."

















