07-24-2018, 04:15 PM
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In most cases, Shining had the right idea. He let logic, wisdom, and morals guide his decisions. Leaning on emotion to make a choice had usually disastrous consequences, especially if the leading mood felt close to anger or grief or sadness. Sometimes he personally didn't feel all too happy about a decision, but if it was the right thing to do... Well, was any of that true? Perhaps Shine was the biggest hypocrite of them all. Emotion surely got the best of everyone. It wasn't logic that told him to run far away from his friends. Wisdom didn't instruct him to hide the truth. It was all fear.
A fear of the pain he'd inflict, the look in their eyes when he broke all the trust they had built up in him. The fear of being chased away, once they realized he was a monster that could barely be controlled. The fear of becoming an enemy of the people he loved. He was afraid, and didn't want to admit it. Shining thought that by hiding the truth, he'd protect everyone, even if that meant he had to live alone, in secret, in hiding. If just for a while.
If he hadn't grown close to others, it wouldn't have been problem. But was it worth suffering alone? Maybe Lessa was right; maybe he was an idiot. The scarred feline looked away in shame as his best friend began speaking. They really were on in the same. The same struggles, the same hardships of life constantly tearing and chipping away at them. No matter how much love they showed, the world always came around to bite them. Always tearing them away from friends and family, leaving them cold and alone. Broken promises. Death.
Shining was tired of being alone. Tired of running away. That's not how he'd win this fight. He had to try a different strategy. His own strength wasn't enough, no matter how much he struggled. The world wanted him to flee, to hide. Shining had played right into its evil game, hadn't he?
Not anymore.
"..." The feline looked back up. "I'm.. tired of running. Can't do it anymore. Nothing... will change... from running away..." Shining tried to stand up, the golden blood on his leg beginning to dry up. "Tired of... being alone. Being pulled away, back to... the darkness..." He stepped forward, aiming to brush himself up against Lessa, their heads next to one another. Seeking comfort, a shoulder to lean on.
Can't let them win. We won't let them win. We're stronger together.
In most cases, Shining had the right idea. He let logic, wisdom, and morals guide his decisions. Leaning on emotion to make a choice had usually disastrous consequences, especially if the leading mood felt close to anger or grief or sadness. Sometimes he personally didn't feel all too happy about a decision, but if it was the right thing to do... Well, was any of that true? Perhaps Shine was the biggest hypocrite of them all. Emotion surely got the best of everyone. It wasn't logic that told him to run far away from his friends. Wisdom didn't instruct him to hide the truth. It was all fear.
A fear of the pain he'd inflict, the look in their eyes when he broke all the trust they had built up in him. The fear of being chased away, once they realized he was a monster that could barely be controlled. The fear of becoming an enemy of the people he loved. He was afraid, and didn't want to admit it. Shining thought that by hiding the truth, he'd protect everyone, even if that meant he had to live alone, in secret, in hiding. If just for a while.
If he hadn't grown close to others, it wouldn't have been problem. But was it worth suffering alone? Maybe Lessa was right; maybe he was an idiot. The scarred feline looked away in shame as his best friend began speaking. They really were on in the same. The same struggles, the same hardships of life constantly tearing and chipping away at them. No matter how much love they showed, the world always came around to bite them. Always tearing them away from friends and family, leaving them cold and alone. Broken promises. Death.
Shining was tired of being alone. Tired of running away. That's not how he'd win this fight. He had to try a different strategy. His own strength wasn't enough, no matter how much he struggled. The world wanted him to flee, to hide. Shining had played right into its evil game, hadn't he?
Not anymore.
"..." The feline looked back up. "I'm.. tired of running. Can't do it anymore. Nothing... will change... from running away..." Shining tried to stand up, the golden blood on his leg beginning to dry up. "Tired of... being alone. Being pulled away, back to... the darkness..." He stepped forward, aiming to brush himself up against Lessa, their heads next to one another. Seeking comfort, a shoulder to lean on.
Can't let them win. We won't let them win. We're stronger together.
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WHO KNEW THE EMPTINESS COULD BE SO COLD?!
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WHO KNEW THE EMPTINESS COULD BE SO COLD?!
Shininglight — Wanderer — tags[/shadow]