interlude i, empath of the fountain.
home is wherever we are together, travelingwarning mention(s) of blood.
i'll go
anywhere
you want, anywhere
you want me.
i desire to hold, to give, and to bleed
INTER LUDE.I
INTER LUDE.I
empath of the fountain
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it is cold.
the dull light of the sun breaks through the soft curtains—the birds sing and the trees rustle—but there is no mistake of the feeling of loneliness that follows, that whirls through the room, that pierces through his chest and leaves him to perish.
his hair falls loose, strands of crimson mapping his pale skin like veins of blood, like cuts made from glass. his moves are delicate as he walks along the polished wood to the large landscape window that overlooks the town in the close distance.
he sees the beginnings of winter; the leaves have fallen, the townspeople are few, and the air—it is biting cold that reminds him of a faraway memory of a scarlet snowfall.
shall we dance for eternity, fair lady?
there are pleasant cries of laughter from the children that he observes from his seat at the fountain. they recognize him and huddle around his person, jumping onto the fountain, pulling at his coat, settling onto his lap.
"mister cain, mister cain!" a young girl with bright eyes and rosy cheeks has him recall a faded memory in the back of his mind as she looks up at him with a wide smile. "are you here to play with us again today?"
cain's eyes soften, his hand reaching up to her round face before pinching her cheek with gentle fingers, a playful squeal passing her lips.
he only smiles.
under the moonlight, we bathe in blood.
he remembers too much, and yet he remembers too little; of grieving shouts and lifeless bodies, of raging flames—of a bleeding neck, slender and pale with his bite.
an eerie shriek echoes just beyond the horizon that makes cain stop. the blood on his hands drip from his fingers and seep into the snow, coloring it bright red.
the touch on his shoulder causes him to flinch, burning eyes snapping to his companion. he releases a hitched breath and it paints the air in white, eyes closing and fingers intertwining against theirs.
"let us return," cain whispers, his voice shaking.
deer says i wanted to write something just so i can get out of my rustiness (and to not go back, but we don't talk about that). i'll spread out more writings once i officially get the characters and setting going! i hope this gives a bit more info on cain's character and casual life for those deciding to have him in your relationships; i should really finish him before the official start (^:
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traveler, fontaine just came out, so i've gotten back on and been playing w friends so i can actually remember the plot lmao, but hopefully i can get another or even a few character teasers out soon <:
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