Post by Zephyrus on Jun 21, 2011 9:53:07 GMT -5
((First post to either Romulus or Gillespie))
((This is set sometime within the five days that Zeph avoids Draven after he kills a man. Have fun with him ^_^))
DERP!DERP!
It was already dawn. Zeph opened his eyes slowly, sleepily. He had slept only partially through the night, and had stayed next to the man's grave the whole time. The boy yawned, stretching. Why he'd fallen asleep there, he wasn't sure. But either way, he had a feeling he should leave. Draven was most likely worried because he'd been gone for a whole day, and he hadn't told him anything.
Zeph was tired, but he didn't care. He was going to stay for a few more hours. He hated this. No. He hated himself. He'd killed this man. This man who might've meant something to someone. Who might've had a family of his own. All of it...gone.
He sighed, and straightened himself up, crossing his legs. He fiddled with his earrings, unsure. Unsure of his unsureness. Unsure of how to feel. Unsure of himself. Unsure of what was the right thing to do anymore.
...Would Draven still love him after this? That was the main question on his mind, that tugged at his heart and made it feel as if it were being shredded. The very thought of Draven loosing his love for him over what he'd done...it made his eyes sting. He didn't want to cry. Not now.
Not here.
But the tears came anyways, and soon, soft yet audible sobs followed.
"What have I done...?"
He'd fucked everything up now. Draven wouldn't want to touch him. His hands were too dirty. Covered with blood.
Zeph was too dirty to touch. The blood on his hands spread til it covered his entire body.
What he'd done had ruined him.
It ruined that man's life.
It ruined whomever that man knew.
But most of all;
It ruined most of Zeph's will to live.
Zeph was tired, but he didn't care. He was going to stay for a few more hours. He hated this. No. He hated himself. He'd killed this man. This man who might've meant something to someone. Who might've had a family of his own. All of it...gone.
He sighed, and straightened himself up, crossing his legs. He fiddled with his earrings, unsure. Unsure of his unsureness. Unsure of how to feel. Unsure of himself. Unsure of what was the right thing to do anymore.
...Would Draven still love him after this? That was the main question on his mind, that tugged at his heart and made it feel as if it were being shredded. The very thought of Draven loosing his love for him over what he'd done...it made his eyes sting. He didn't want to cry. Not now.
Not here.
But the tears came anyways, and soon, soft yet audible sobs followed.
"What have I done...?"
He'd fucked everything up now. Draven wouldn't want to touch him. His hands were too dirty. Covered with blood.
Zeph was too dirty to touch. The blood on his hands spread til it covered his entire body.
What he'd done had ruined him.
It ruined that man's life.
It ruined whomever that man knew.
But most of all;
It ruined most of Zeph's will to live.
((This is set sometime within the five days that Zeph avoids Draven after he kills a man. Have fun with him ^_^))
DERP!DERP!