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The Dissenter FINAL
She felt the gentle shaking of her shoulders and allowed her eyes to flutter open. Above her head hovered his beautiful face, looking immaculate in the darkness that surrounded them. It reminded her of the instance in which they'd first met; that first night when he'd come to her in her cell, looking terrible and picturesque.
He was hard to describe, the type of person he was did not easily conform to words; neither physically nor in terms of his personality. He was very attractive, but not in the typical ways of the world, for he was neither burly like her brother Thomas or lean like her brother Phioro. Kratos was a man of stature, over six feet tall, and though his shoulders were broad he was not overtly muscular. Yet he was strong, every part of his body emphasized by his clothing, though he was far from the lean aesthetic of her brother. The way his body was shaped reminded her of the paintings of the perfect angelic men in the Martel Chapel; too good to be true, and perfectly prop
The Dissenter 4
"Every day I began to see more and more what a blessing she was," the man concluded; his eyes staring at the rooms of his apartment, and not at his companion before him. "Yet that is not what changed me so. I believe you will remember the occasion quite well, Yuan."
The Half-Elf, his grey eyes (A/N: I know they're green in-game, but I'm taking artistic license) full of understanding, nodded. "I remember all too well. Yggdrasill struck you."
Kratos snorted, fingering the stem of his wine glass thoughtfully. He leaned forward, an intense look in his eyes. "Well, he deserved my words. The sting of a slap is nothing compared to what he intends."
"I remember that morning, for Anna was concerned I would not return, and that K'Var would once again come to possess her. To quell her fears, I gave her the key to the door, and assured her that she would be in control while I was gone "
The warp pad stared up at him, much like the soulless eyes of the Murders
The Dissenter 3
The room was steeped in darkness, washing over him in a calming wave. The shades of black were kaleidoscopic in front of his eyes, dancing like a million tiny sprites in front of his eyes. He slid down the wall, the stability of it the only thing keeping him standing. He cradled his head in his hands, knees tucked to his chest, and glared at the wooden planks beneath him. He imagined he looked like some kind of incandescent monster, glowing softly white in the pitch of blackness.
Somewhere he heard a door slam, and he supposed that A012 was retreating to her own chambers. Really, what choice did she have? He likely was not anything remotely resembling a companion. What had she said "; it takes two to build a relationship?"
How had he allowed this to happen? It seemed his entire being had burned to ashes. What was he doing here? He felt painfully empty, as if he was living for nothing; he was, wasn't he? He had no purpose, a senseless, worthless being who on one wanted.
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