Truly your and changing minds
[locked to those who only know about Immortals]
Being an immortal, one would think we have a lot of things through time that we can claim as truly ours. Maybe some of us do but for me... they are just possession that can be taken away. I give them away most of the time. My Quickening is the only thing I claim as my own but even that with the taking of my head will be passed on to the victor. My Packard one could say is mine but even that is just a material thing.
It was a long time ago. I was in love. Yes, one of the few times. She was blonde and beautiful. Her eyes blue as a pool of water and shined like the stars. She lived in the woods with her brother who did nothing but abused him. Sexually as well as physically. I tried to talk her into leaving with me. I would show her the world. Experience things with her for the first time. But she refused to leave her brother. He needed her she would say. She had to take care of him. She was all he had. She understood him.
I left her with him. Only to find out much later she died short after he was gone. Her brother killed her in one of his rages. I wish every time I think of her that I could have prevented it. That I would not have been so... unthoughtful as I was and just accepted her words.
Being an immortal, one would think we have a lot of things through time that we can claim as truly ours. Maybe some of us do but for me... they are just possession that can be taken away. I give them away most of the time. My Quickening is the only thing I claim as my own but even that with the taking of my head will be passed on to the victor. My Packard one could say is mine but even that is just a material thing.
It was a long time ago. I was in love. Yes, one of the few times. She was blonde and beautiful. Her eyes blue as a pool of water and shined like the stars. She lived in the woods with her brother who did nothing but abused him. Sexually as well as physically. I tried to talk her into leaving with me. I would show her the world. Experience things with her for the first time. But she refused to leave her brother. He needed her she would say. She had to take care of him. She was all he had. She understood him.
I left her with him. Only to find out much later she died short after he was gone. Her brother killed her in one of his rages. I wish every time I think of her that I could have prevented it. That I would not have been so... unthoughtful as I was and just accepted her words.