Post by rhys alexander greyback on Feb 10, 2023 1:23:30 GMT -7
and love is just a camouflage
for what resembles rage again
Mid-November 2027
EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
Rhys hated that their answers mirrored one another. He didn’t want to think about this. Merlin knew his mind already spiraled around whatever thought floated near his head most of the time. It was too much to ask to feel settled for once. But that’s what whiskey was for. He supposed—a way to feel settled and disconnected from all those things. Rhys didn’t answer right away. An outside observer might say that Rhys always left room in his mind for a seed of doubt which could create a lifeline of sorts. A string to follow out of the maze. But it wasn’t the same.
He hadn’t been forced into some spot because of magic. Neither of them understood. No, Rhys had made choices, and so had Juniper and Vasilia. Magic wasn’t the driving force. The question Rob asked was one he’d asked himself often about many things, yet at this moment, it was unsettling. ”I still wonder why either chose me.” Rhys admitted. What if they had chosen wrong? Most people probably didn’t toy with these thoughts. Those without the same baggage, in any case. Rhys sighed, and Rob began commenting on the muggle sport everybody else was watching.
He was tired, and he didn’t want to think about this. But sometimes, Rhys’ life felt so robotic that it was as if he was just watching from above. Rhys finished his whiskey and reached into his pocket. ”Rob—“ Somewhere among his wizarding money was some muggle money for situations like this. He pulled out what felt like enough and left it on the bar, but before getting up, he looked at Rob. ”Sometimes…love isn’t enough.” Rhys wondered if he should elaborate or would Rob just simply understand. Sometimes it just didn’t matter because not even all the best intentions in the world could force broken pieces together that would never fit. ”I have to go. I’ll swing by tomorrow.”
[ end rhys ]
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