Posted by Dathmire on May 30, 2008, 8:38 am, in reply to "if you can forgive it all ; DATHMIRE"
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the colour of crazy
Scholar.
Wolfrange.
You cannot imagine what possible occurence could force someone to ravage their own sanity in order to forget it. Dathmire cannot, either, but him because he has gone to these lengths to proects himself from hurt. When the world passes you by without touching you, it cannot strike at you.
The healing of this place, the ancient ruins and the touch of... something much greater than himself brings his failing soul forth into the light once more. It is not rhe light, but the thing he fled the light to hide, that haunts him now.
Pictures, silent images flashing across his closed eyelids - pictures of horrors you cannot imagine. And now, here, in this place of miracles, there is no escape for my crazy diamond.
I will help you float!
It is a light in the dark, a line cast out into the sea of storms to save him from drowning. He concentrates on the voice, the sweat trickling down his temple, marking the gold of his coat a dark bronze. He breathes once, twice, three times, and opens his eyes.
There. Together, he and the voice have pushed away the memories - for now. Perhaps in shattering his mind, Dathmire lost the ability to control the images when they found him, but at least they do not rise up as often as they might.
His dark eyes open, seeing the world around him once more, Dathmire looked to his saviour. There had never been another in his mind before - although, with his distorted view on reality, he accepted it easily enough - and he was curious to see who had braved the stormy waters of his mind to save him.
Her breathing was as hard as his own, and her eyes reflected some of his own fear and anguish. His eyes held hers for a moment, recognising a kindred soul.
He did not know it then - perhaps some inkling, some instinct in the dusty corners of his abused mind - but they each shared the same problem. Hypatia's will was challenged by her element, which reached for control of her, and Dathmire sought control over himself. Some way to float, and not sink into the darkness.
"Thank you," the blonde stallion said, softly. But there was a world of meaning behind what he said, that he was sure this merited scholar would understand.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree -
Where Alpha, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man,
Down to a sunless sea.
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