shosen

"Death is eternal," the Aspect said, and he wondered if the dragon had even bothered to look around the world he was burning. Only had to go as far as where he sat huddled in the bushes for proof that death was as temporary as life for some.

But maybe Deathwing saw them -- if he saw them at all -- as  the Forsaken did, eternal death walking. Hadn't he seen himself the same way even as he told the angry girl he was no zombie? Thought it before he had a different truth to hold tight to his chest like a secret, let it warm his frozen core.
 

Note: Apparently this is a story I work on, misplace, and forget I’ve written until I find another piece. Oh well. It’s now done, so that won’t happen again ^_^

Malcolm breathed deeply and focused his attention on the wick of the candle. It wasn’t as easy as concentrating on the maintenance of the phase pistols, but it was relaxing in its own way. It was a start. T’Pol had recommended the method, as both humans and vulcans shared candle meditation. He could see the appeal, the way the fire drew attention and held it. It was almost enough to distract himself from the fact that Trip was at a neuropressure session.

He believed them both, could hardly doubt them when he felt their sincerity, but his own emotions weren’t quite willing to let go of the instinctual fear. It was the perfect time to work on a method that was supposed to help him relax and regain control. Unfortunately, before he could really lose himself in the dance of the flame, the door chime rang.

Mirrored from Totally Kawaii!.