by portal2lbp2 » Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:22 am
Zeph was taken back as Ferondir had marched uncomfortably close.
He flinched slightly at the anger he had just released.
Zeph certainly didn't expect this.
He wasn't used to seeing Ferondir angry- It used to be a rare sight, but it seems that he's seen a lot more of that recently.
I make everything into a joke? Me? I've been trying. I've been trying so hard. To be better, to be the me I know everyone wants to see. The me that my dad forced me to be. I stopped my habits- all those plaguing habits.I tried, and he didn't even care. Zeph thought quickly.
At this single moment, Zeph didn't care what he had to lose or gain- how he had to look- how he was expected to look. He didn't care, he let his walls down.
Oh! Oh that's rich! That's absolutely hillarious! Me, I make everything into a joke?
A joke? A joke? Everything isn't a joke Ferondir! It just needs to be. I've been trying so hard to escape from... from everything! My past, my present, For gods sake, my future! According to the cursed prophecy, I'm going to die. IM GOING TO DIE, FERONDIR- AND YOU DON'T GET THAT, DO YOU? Zeph was now standing up straight, mere inches from Ferondir, looking him right in the eye.
So you ask me why everything is a joke? I'll tell you why everything is a joke- I've done horrible things. Horrible, wicked things- and I'm reliving them every single night. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I SEE THEM BURNING IN THE FIRE. THE FIRE THAT I STARTED! And you know what the worst part is? You were the last thing I had. The last connection I had to them, my best friend. You were the only one that knew how to deal with them, how to comfort me. And you know what you went off and did? You abandoned me. But Ferondir, I'm always here- suffering silently, pretending everything on the surface is fine, making jokes because I have to, I have to laugh to keep the past behind, and you had always helped me do that. We grew up together, even after she was long gone- you were there for me, you were my rock- but now, you just don't care. So how DARE you say you are anything near worthless to me.
No, you aren't. You wer- no. you are the only thing I have.
I used to lock my self in that mansion for weeks at a time, cascaded in darkness- mentally and physically!
I would sit at the very piano they used to force me to sit at for hours, and just feel sorry for my self. But you knew just what to do, you ALWAYS did.
But now, with everything that's happening, I can't handle it all by myself, I cant pretend everything is fine.
I can't face the constant torment from myself anymore.
But yes, obviously, everything is such a joke to me, I mean look at my life- Zeph could feel himself getting far to emotional.
Oh no, here it comes.
Word Vomit.
I'm on an adventure to save an already dead king, accompanied by a giant, a large woolly stuffed animal with antlers, fish people, and a wizard that specializes in healing magic tHAT CAN'T EVEN FIX HIMSELF-
Zeph gasped, putting his hand on his mouth. He could feel how red his face must of turned transitioning from anger to shame.
Oh god Ferondir- I- I didn't mean that. Zeph said, stepping back and closing his eyes, bracing himself for whatever Ferondir was about to do.
Honestly, Zeph had no idea what to expect anymore- he didn't feel as apathetic as usual, he just felt broken.
However, he felt much lighter.