[you hit the ground no matter the distance from which you fell. wherever they went, that unseen specter would constantly be at their side. the only way to escape it was through perpetual silence.
the thought of being cowed by something like this galls at him suddenly, pricking his smoldering temper into a white hot rage. how could he talk about vanquishing demons when he couldn't even overcome a threat as solid as the cardboard backgrounds of a haunted house? why should he ever let a mere illusion dictate his choices?
Kit must harbor the same frustrations, but was too careful in his footing to make any true progress. in that case, he would scale this mountain for the both of them.]
Live.
[the word sparks onto the scene suddenly, long after Vincent's silence had given the impression of an amiable lull in conversation. his gaze is trained on some random tile in the lobby floor, the picture of nonchalance; it's only upon closer inspection that one would see his stare is sharp enough to slice right through the stone.
demons were bound by rules. this was the core tenet in every story, every myth, no matter its origin. whatever their malicious intent, even they couldn't err from the restrictions which bound them. he knows this, and it's in this immutable fact that he sees an opportunity.
their ethereal opponent only closed in when they attempted to address the elephant in the room directly. so, then, if he spoke but didn't speak about it, stole words that would only be significant to a few...he should survive.]
Live, and when you return here, please kill me first.
[that's what the woman had said before throwing 'him' into the abyss.
the pain strikes Vincent as soon as the words leave his mouth. he'd expected it, but the feeling of a searing poker being shoved through the middle of his forehead is no easier to bear for the preparation. his eyes clamp shut and his body slumps slightly, leaning heavily against the arm of the bench.
it's almost intolerable - but 'almost' in the key word. he could withstand this. and, more importantly, he'd said everything he'd intended to. even the devils of this aquarium must live by their rules.]
no subject
[you hit the ground no matter the distance from which you fell. wherever they went, that unseen specter would constantly be at their side. the only way to escape it was through perpetual silence.
the thought of being cowed by something like this galls at him suddenly, pricking his smoldering temper into a white hot rage. how could he talk about vanquishing demons when he couldn't even overcome a threat as solid as the cardboard backgrounds of a haunted house? why should he ever let a mere illusion dictate his choices?
Kit must harbor the same frustrations, but was too careful in his footing to make any true progress. in that case, he would scale this mountain for the both of them.]
Live.
[the word sparks onto the scene suddenly, long after Vincent's silence had given the impression of an amiable lull in conversation. his gaze is trained on some random tile in the lobby floor, the picture of nonchalance; it's only upon closer inspection that one would see his stare is sharp enough to slice right through the stone.
demons were bound by rules. this was the core tenet in every story, every myth, no matter its origin. whatever their malicious intent, even they couldn't err from the restrictions which bound them. he knows this, and it's in this immutable fact that he sees an opportunity.
their ethereal opponent only closed in when they attempted to address the elephant in the room directly. so, then, if he spoke but didn't speak about it, stole words that would only be significant to a few...he should survive.]
Live, and when you return here, please kill me first.
[that's what the woman had said before throwing 'him' into the abyss.
the pain strikes Vincent as soon as the words leave his mouth. he'd expected it, but the feeling of a searing poker being shoved through the middle of his forehead is no easier to bear for the preparation. his eyes clamp shut and his body slumps slightly, leaning heavily against the arm of the bench.
it's almost intolerable - but 'almost' in the key word. he could withstand this. and, more importantly, he'd said everything he'd intended to. even the devils of this aquarium must live by their rules.]