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14.Aug.17, 03:26 AM
He heard a voice, vaguely familiar, but it was distant and Jajojin knew he was imagining it. No one spoke to him anymore; no one. At least, not the one he wanted to hear the most, the one that mattered. All he ever heard was silence and he never quite understood the expression that silence was deafening until he lived in it.
“I need you with me, Denath, you can’t…” Jajojin’s voice trailed off as the memory of his final moments with his dragon mercifully cut off, for once sparing him having to relive watching his better half vanish before his eyes and never to return. The pain, though, that was always there to the point that he felt numb to everything else. The pain was comforting in a way, however. It made the bond with Denath all the more important to him. It meant everything he shared with that glorious bronze was real, special, and not just a throw away memory like a night with a girl at a Hold’s gather.
Jajojin was still alive because Denath wanted him to be. They could have left together, they should have. He wanted it, even after the beast had left him. Jajojin begged every rider he saw for two days to drop him between so he could be reunited with his dragon but no one would take him, despite hearing whispers a bluerider had done it for another lost soul. So he had taken matters into his own hands. Well, he had tried. They had watched him too closely and stopped the first attempt with a broken mirror to a wrist and never left him near anything that was sharp or could do any level of serious harm after that. A glance down at his left wrist showed the bandage that proved he hadn't hallucinated any of that.
It was only when the shock had worn off and his voice was raw from screaming in agony even in his drug-induced sleep that Jajojin was willing to accept that Denath had given him a chance to continue living for them both. Denath enjoyed helping others, had died doing exactly that when dragonets were trapped in the landslide, and the great bronze knew Jajojin loved it just as much and needed the man to carry on, to help others, to love.
With the memory fading, Jajojin heard that familiar voice again and recognition finally settled in. His daughter had returned home, from what, he couldn’t remember. Maybe she didn’t even tell him where she was going. She was old enough to go off on her own now, wasn’t she? He couldn’t remember how old she was now, though he knew he was oddly proud of her and even loved her. She was a bright child and kind; like now. He heard her timid voice and tried to focus on it, to bring himself back to the here and now but today was one of the rougher days; a day where fantasy was so much better than reality. How many days had it been without Denath? A part of him knew it had only been several days but it felt longer, so much longer.
The fantasy that everything was okay still was why he shut his eyes when he heard his daughter approach him and heard her gentle voice so close to his ear. He loved her but seeing her could also bring back memories. Denath enjoyed her company and played with her every time Jajojin decided to visit her. “I don’t want soup, girl. I ate recently,” he had, hadn’t he? He wasn’t sure about that either; though he knew he wasn’t hungry so perhaps midday meal had only been a few hours earlier.
“I need you with me, Denath, you can’t…” Jajojin’s voice trailed off as the memory of his final moments with his dragon mercifully cut off, for once sparing him having to relive watching his better half vanish before his eyes and never to return. The pain, though, that was always there to the point that he felt numb to everything else. The pain was comforting in a way, however. It made the bond with Denath all the more important to him. It meant everything he shared with that glorious bronze was real, special, and not just a throw away memory like a night with a girl at a Hold’s gather.
Jajojin was still alive because Denath wanted him to be. They could have left together, they should have. He wanted it, even after the beast had left him. Jajojin begged every rider he saw for two days to drop him between so he could be reunited with his dragon but no one would take him, despite hearing whispers a bluerider had done it for another lost soul. So he had taken matters into his own hands. Well, he had tried. They had watched him too closely and stopped the first attempt with a broken mirror to a wrist and never left him near anything that was sharp or could do any level of serious harm after that. A glance down at his left wrist showed the bandage that proved he hadn't hallucinated any of that.
It was only when the shock had worn off and his voice was raw from screaming in agony even in his drug-induced sleep that Jajojin was willing to accept that Denath had given him a chance to continue living for them both. Denath enjoyed helping others, had died doing exactly that when dragonets were trapped in the landslide, and the great bronze knew Jajojin loved it just as much and needed the man to carry on, to help others, to love.
With the memory fading, Jajojin heard that familiar voice again and recognition finally settled in. His daughter had returned home, from what, he couldn’t remember. Maybe she didn’t even tell him where she was going. She was old enough to go off on her own now, wasn’t she? He couldn’t remember how old she was now, though he knew he was oddly proud of her and even loved her. She was a bright child and kind; like now. He heard her timid voice and tried to focus on it, to bring himself back to the here and now but today was one of the rougher days; a day where fantasy was so much better than reality. How many days had it been without Denath? A part of him knew it had only been several days but it felt longer, so much longer.
The fantasy that everything was okay still was why he shut his eyes when he heard his daughter approach him and heard her gentle voice so close to his ear. He loved her but seeing her could also bring back memories. Denath enjoyed her company and played with her every time Jajojin decided to visit her. “I don’t want soup, girl. I ate recently,” he had, hadn’t he? He wasn’t sure about that either; though he knew he wasn’t hungry so perhaps midday meal had only been a few hours earlier.
