Bringing Home a Guest
Aug 20, 2009 15:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Luxord on Aug 20, 2009 15:02:45 GMT -5
Any other time in any other day, Luxord would have regarded Rogue with an amused smirk and a snarky comment. He managed his smirk but his mind was far from where she lied embarrased on the floor. He drew into himself, into his mind and he began to search. The hollow feeling in his chest and in the deepest part of himself was still there. He still ached with the emptiness. But it no longer swallowed him. It... saddened him, and being saddened lifted him, with... hope? Was this hope after so long?
He remembered hope almost as distinctly as he remembered happiness. Well, not so much happiness than simple elation. Of winning. They were only faint memories but he knew that whatever game that he was playing, he was winning. The rush of not knowing. The cool confidence that comes from knowing what your opponents dont know. Flip the last card and your hand is complete. He won, the jackpot is his!
Luxord treasured these memories for they allowed him to feel, if for breaf instances. Flashes where he thought that his persona was real. But this warmth that spread through his fingers, the pressure behind his eyes, his muscles relaxing, his pain receding... relief. He was relieved.
Was there a chance for him to exist in this world? 'Perhaps,' Luxord answered himself, 'Perhaps not. What have you been telling yourself these years? Keep your face straight, your eyes on your opponents and your mind clear. Don't celebrate until after all the cards have been laid down.'
Luxord came back from his introspective, and ran his hands over his face and through his still tousled hair, and sighed.
He remembered hope almost as distinctly as he remembered happiness. Well, not so much happiness than simple elation. Of winning. They were only faint memories but he knew that whatever game that he was playing, he was winning. The rush of not knowing. The cool confidence that comes from knowing what your opponents dont know. Flip the last card and your hand is complete. He won, the jackpot is his!
Luxord treasured these memories for they allowed him to feel, if for breaf instances. Flashes where he thought that his persona was real. But this warmth that spread through his fingers, the pressure behind his eyes, his muscles relaxing, his pain receding... relief. He was relieved.
Was there a chance for him to exist in this world? 'Perhaps,' Luxord answered himself, 'Perhaps not. What have you been telling yourself these years? Keep your face straight, your eyes on your opponents and your mind clear. Don't celebrate until after all the cards have been laid down.'
Luxord came back from his introspective, and ran his hands over his face and through his still tousled hair, and sighed.