Promises
I do not take kindly to broken promises.
Why did your highness spend so much time with Jae?
Moments of serenity wrapped in someone
Who served no real purpose but…
Companionship?
Mortals speak of love.
Immortals speak of love.
They kill for it
Die by it
Are willing to spend an eternity hurting themselves
And others
In worship of it
What did they promise you?
What was there to gain?
Or did you promise yourself to them?
And why?
Your highness, it could not have lasted
Too important to be here – crucial.
Needed.
Wanted.
So it could not have lasted.
Your role is not to give of yourself to one
But to many.
I understand this.
But I.
I need to know.
Should I feel?
So many have died for feelings that
Are nonsensical to me.
Yet others receive mercy when they should not.
The bond.
The Promise.
The law.
The chain around my neck bites into my throat
And yet it
Yet it…
I do not know, my liege -
It is strange to me but perhaps not to you very strange indeed to me that the chain about my neck that bites and burns and bleeds
That selfsame chain I wrought with my own hands and placed about the neck of one who seems to have abundant feelings in the way
of mortals that he imparts to the gooseflesh of my neck
Yes that chain that binds me to him and him to me in an offhand comment assuming connection in the same way
That you and Jae -
A comment arising from what I can only assume must be a feeling because the debt pulls my head to my hands and I do not know how to hold the feeling in my mind for such a gentle promise - once broken and paid - should not feel so significant
Yes, that debt.
It is given willingly.
I broke a promise.
I have a debt to pay
Fear of the debt does not end it. It only raises the blood to my cheeks and pricks my eyes with water.
Not tears.
My liege
When it was time to leave
Do you think you would have been
Sorry
To go?
The bonds
Formed.
Like promises.
Small, insignificant promises
Like a kiss on the neck.
The promise of enjoyment.
The promise of hunger.
The promise of fulfilment.
I am learning.
On this realm.
I am here to learn
And I am learning.
I only hope I am learning the right things
For the pulse in my throat
The one I feel as my fingers reach for my neck to remind me I'm not him
Not you.
I like that pulse.
It's a promise of things to come.
