Sorry for all the posts, guys. Plottage demands.
[[Ross sits in front of an inkwell, twiddling the quill pen between his fingers. Caras just provided him with the materials (and with the consent in doing so, his willing participation in the story), and he's itching to begin.
He sets the pen down and fumbles around in his cloak, bringing out a pocket knife. Carefully, Ross makes a small cut across his finger. His entire hand shakes as he holds it over and inkwell and lets his blood drip. He dips the quill pen in the ink, stirs it around, brings it out, and puts it on the paper.
And trembles.]]
I'm finally...it's finally...she'll finally...
What are you waiting for, my good sir? You simply must do this. For her sake. For hers and for yours and for this horrible town.
[[He starts to write.]]
Once upon a time, there was a Darkness that lived only for the absence of light. This glorious midnight submerged his feelings and thoughts, his loves and hates. But, as an oyster hides its pearl, he began to long for the very thing he loathed: happiness. The Darkness saw only doom approaching his life spent in avoidance of all that made him, desperately, human.
One day, a man came into his perpetual night, saddened and without a thing to live for. He intended to be darkness, to feel the feeling of not feeling. Sensing another life was to go awry as his had, the Darkness found what had brought the man to the brink of despair: his love was dead, and consequently his flame of life extinguished.
The Darkness wept for the man, and decided that he would utilize the power that comes after the sun goes down to bring about this twilight's dawn. He spirited a fair maiden from her house, and at the touch of his hands she became, in appearance and dress, the man's dead love. In the half-light, the Darkness bound the two together in marriage, to be forever shining.
As they whisked away into the love and beauty of the world, the Darkness smiled for the first time.
[[Ross grins, sets his pen down, and flexes out his hand. The words are smoldering on the page. He can feel them willing these events into existence. His power is back. His grip is firm.
All he must do now is wait for his bride.]]
He sets the pen down and fumbles around in his cloak, bringing out a pocket knife. Carefully, Ross makes a small cut across his finger. His entire hand shakes as he holds it over and inkwell and lets his blood drip. He dips the quill pen in the ink, stirs it around, brings it out, and puts it on the paper.
And trembles.]]
I'm finally...it's finally...she'll finally...
What are you waiting for, my good sir? You simply must do this. For her sake. For hers and for yours and for this horrible town.
[[He starts to write.]]
Once upon a time, there was a Darkness that lived only for the absence of light. This glorious midnight submerged his feelings and thoughts, his loves and hates. But, as an oyster hides its pearl, he began to long for the very thing he loathed: happiness. The Darkness saw only doom approaching his life spent in avoidance of all that made him, desperately, human.
One day, a man came into his perpetual night, saddened and without a thing to live for. He intended to be darkness, to feel the feeling of not feeling. Sensing another life was to go awry as his had, the Darkness found what had brought the man to the brink of despair: his love was dead, and consequently his flame of life extinguished.
The Darkness wept for the man, and decided that he would utilize the power that comes after the sun goes down to bring about this twilight's dawn. He spirited a fair maiden from her house, and at the touch of his hands she became, in appearance and dress, the man's dead love. In the half-light, the Darkness bound the two together in marriage, to be forever shining.
As they whisked away into the love and beauty of the world, the Darkness smiled for the first time.
[[Ross grins, sets his pen down, and flexes out his hand. The words are smoldering on the page. He can feel them willing these events into existence. His power is back. His grip is firm.
All he must do now is wait for his bride.]]