one of my old insane ships oh god why would you do this i sHIP IT NOW

artisticpleasantries:

How is it that I’ve come to be friends with a man who is part of a monster I fear? Someone who seeks out the light, worships it almost, though is using it to keep creatures like him away? A man who share’s the same detest that I do for the vile beasts that plague this terra but is one himself? A man who has unpredictable fits of rage because he’s curse to endure the wrath of an internal Ender.

Why do I find myself comforting him when he’s lashed out of control once again destroying the landscape a long with me in it. He’s shaking from the bodily struggle of the aftermath and can hardly hold himself up. Apologizes falling from his lips as he assesses the damage. It isn’t worth the effort to keep him intacted when he crumbles further after every quake. I should have never come here, I should have never seeked him out, I should have left him to the dark and let the savage demon envelope his heart…

…Yet I am here. Returning time and time again to the broken man I’ve come to know. Though my pain is physical it could never compare to the ache that squeezes at my heart when I see tears stream down his face.

I fear many things and hold desperately to the light but for once I could take the low glow of a royal colour over the warmth of a torch. To say I’ve never felt safer in unstable arms and the only thing I fear now is if they’re removed.

“Its okay Rythian. I’m fine, and no. I promised I wouldn’t leave.”