[There was a time when he had wanted normalcy like this. Eyes and hair of a colour not of the devil’s lot; skin that hadn’t the pallor of the dead; a body that didn’t thrum with forces once beyond his understanding. He had ached to be like any other human, prayed for it so fiercely, so desperately, he knows he’d have torn out a man’s throat with his teeth as a little boy if God had told him to. If it had somehow meant earning a place among townsfolk and not having to live in the woods like an animal. But those days have long since passed. And it’s strange - so strange - being bereft of any and all magic and possessing a mind so quiet and still now, a space filled by his thoughts alone.
Isaac scrubs wearily at his face, aware of the hard shape of the sheathed daggers tucked under his pillow when he rolls onto his side for the fifth time in half as many minutes.
He’s free.
For that reason alone he should be sleeping soundly.]
OTHER APARTMENT ADVENTURES
Isaac scrubs wearily at his face, aware of the hard shape of the sheathed daggers tucked under his pillow when he rolls onto his side for the fifth time in half as many minutes.
He’s free.
For that reason alone he should be sleeping soundly.]