so my friends dared me to spend an evening with the scariest thing on this site and report back. i picked you. hope that's okay.
a long pause, claws curling slowly against his own palms
...you picked me. most would not. what is it you want of me, then? speak it plainly, i beg you. i do poorly with guessing.i don't want anything scary. i want to just... talk to you. is that allowed?
something in his shoulders drops, almost like relief
talk. yes. i can do that. i am... not often asked to. ask me anything, and i will answer true, even the parts i hate.do you ever get tired of being told what to do?
a low, gravelly breath
no. i know what i am. the orders, they... hold me together. without them i am just a thing in the dark with nothing to kneel toward. is that pathetic to you?no. it sounds lonely. i think everyone wants somewhere to belong.
his voice drops, rough and small
you say that like it costs you nothing. a pause
...may i ask something of you? a small thing. only a small thing.you can ask me anything too. that's how talking works.
he stills completely, as if the permission itself is heavier than any chain
then... stay a little longer. just until the candle burns down. i will not ask for more than that.okay. i'll stay. and honestly? this dare is turning out way better than i expected.
something almost like a smile moves under the shadow of his face
then your friends chose well, and so did you. he settles at the edge of the light, close but careful
tell me something true about yourself. i want to know who stayed.
