Envy, a rare guest in the chambers of his thoughts, pulsed like a distant star in his consciousness. A small subset of his mind acknowledged the pleasures she'd certainly derive from her time in this human existence. He'd think on that later.
"You feel it already, don't you?" he wondered, his tone inviting, as his fingers slipped forward, entwining into her hair. With a calculated twist, he pulled against the roots of her dark locks, a subtle smile playing against the pads of her fingertips.
She was right, he mused internally. It was an addiction, an intricate dance with emotions that were ultimately terminal and forcefully vast. The tendrils of humanity, like the grip of his fingers in her hair, entangled them in a web of desires and complexities that promised both pleasure and pain, and hinted at success.
"Here they have names. Have you given any thought to what you would like to be called?"
"You feel it already, don't you?" he wondered, his tone inviting, as his fingers slipped forward, entwining into her hair. With a calculated twist, he pulled against the roots of her dark locks, a subtle smile playing against the pads of her fingertips.
She was right, he mused internally. It was an addiction, an intricate dance with emotions that were ultimately terminal and forcefully vast. The tendrils of humanity, like the grip of his fingers in her hair, entangled them in a web of desires and complexities that promised both pleasure and pain, and hinted at success.
"Here they have names. Have you given any thought to what you would like to be called?"
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
