| luke_lawliet ( @ 2008-07-05 19:05:00 |
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| Entry tags: | l kain blythe private light |
Entry #D-8: "Defender"
[audio recording]
I can only tell her the truth... but for some reason, I'm falling away from the state of Nirvana I had the last time I saw Blythe. Maybe it's the approach of the first trial, simply creating a sense of urgency that allows for nothing else to penetrate my thoughts. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I've allowed myself to become resigned to allowing Light to jerk me around the way he has been. And maybe the thought of being brave enough to continue as we are, with people plotting her death or ours, is highly daunting.
Beautiful words evade me for the moment.
I'm not sick, that I know of. I'm not injured, except for the bruises from this morning's sparring match with Kain. I don't think that I'm depressed. I haven't lost my appetite, though I have to remind myself to eat these days, and I have the same amount of energy... have I worn myself out with worrying, and become apathetic through default?
No. Apathetic is not the right word. I love Blythe more than ever. I honestly think that we have a future, she and I.
Maybe I've been thinking about what Light said. It's true that if she goes back to her world and I go back to mine, we'll never see each other again. There is no future, in a situation like that. At least not for me...
Maybe, also, I've been thinking about becoming truly intimate with Blythe. With her consent, of course... but I don't want to hurt her. I want her always to see me as someone incapable of hurting her... she is innocent, in ways I wish I still was. But I don't want her to see me as weak... I doubt that I can have it both ways. But I'd rather Blythe see me as weak than run from me, damaged and scarred. I'd be no better than Light at his worst.
Maybe there's a violin, somewhere in Asgard. I could use a few scales, maybe some Sarasate... things aren't as they should be, in any place except where they are in danger... Blythe and I are in danger. Especially Blythe, because her death would cause me far more agony than my own.
I am so. Stiff. And. Sore.
Training with Kain isn't fun and games, that's for sure.