Post by ROSE DAVENPORT on Jan 15, 2024 23:12:58 GMT
PAST AND PRESENT COLLIDE
WITH IAIN MCKEEGAN
WITH IAIN MCKEEGAN
It was strange, walking through the town as she was now. It wasn't that she was a different person --- she knew that darkness that had clouded over her head for decades was still very much a part of her and always would be. She could still it feel it poking at her, prodding at her senses and begging to be set free. She was tempted but there was actually something holding her back now. An invisible string, a solid sense of right and wrong, fueled by the guilt of her past actions. Not an easy thing to deal with but she was learning.
He was helping her.
Not for the first time in her life, she was grateful to Iain. He had more patience than she could ever, even when she was human and carefree. He had seen her at her worst, sheltered her, helped her and gently pushed her towards something more than a one note life. When that didn't work, he didn't give up. Most others would have. He followed her and this time gave pulled her into the light, where she should have been all along. Yes, it hurt at times. Yes, there were days when she was so bogged down by the guilt that she wanted to hate him for doing what he did. But she could never hate him. Far from it.
Rose moved through the streets, her keen senses aware of the people around her. They were enjoying themselves and she was content to let them. For the first time, she realized she wasn't actively hunting. She was just...walking. A small smile crept onto her face but it didn't last long. She turned the corner and speak of the devil --- she found herself looking at Iain.
Only he didn't quite look himself.
Her eyes moved over him, taking in his disheveled appearance, the stain of blood on his clothes. She frowned, stepping towards him. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear and concern.
He was helping her.
Not for the first time in her life, she was grateful to Iain. He had more patience than she could ever, even when she was human and carefree. He had seen her at her worst, sheltered her, helped her and gently pushed her towards something more than a one note life. When that didn't work, he didn't give up. Most others would have. He followed her and this time gave pulled her into the light, where she should have been all along. Yes, it hurt at times. Yes, there were days when she was so bogged down by the guilt that she wanted to hate him for doing what he did. But she could never hate him. Far from it.
Rose moved through the streets, her keen senses aware of the people around her. They were enjoying themselves and she was content to let them. For the first time, she realized she wasn't actively hunting. She was just...walking. A small smile crept onto her face but it didn't last long. She turned the corner and speak of the devil --- she found herself looking at Iain.
Only he didn't quite look himself.
Her eyes moved over him, taking in his disheveled appearance, the stain of blood on his clothes. She frowned, stepping towards him. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear and concern.
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