Post by Medivha on Apr 3, 2016 22:56:28 GMT
Others may have felt fear at his tale, some disgust, some pity. Vieka only felt curiosity. Facts that should have been picked up such a cultist beliefs were passed by in favour of noticing that he believed in polygamy and instead of pity or sadness for the man she only felt understanding and acceptance. These things happened, horrible things, for whatever reason. She loved him, either more than the lover she ate or the guilt of it all caused her to spare him. Love was one of the cruellest killers, she knew this as a fact.
"Cannibalism, that's a new one." She mused idly, reaching over with one hand to pull the blonds curled up figure over towards herself, shifting and allowing him to lay curled up against her chest while she re-arranged her cloak and arms around him, idly stroking his hair. She had a smile on her face, one of a morbid amusement. It was funny how at one point not so long ago, she had thought her tale the most twisted. For a long while, she simply let them lay there, her painted nails and patterned hands idly stroking through his hair to help ease his suffering physically while he mentally coped with the fresh memories. After a while, she spoke up again.
"She wanted you to live. You said that gods do not only have to kill, there's the flip side too. Her gift to you was one of life Sayvahn, though I couldn't tell you why. To feel regret over living is to insult her sacrifice, her gift, her choice. I won't bother telling you to stop feeling the way you do, feelings are hardly so easy to change, but every moment you force yourself to suffer over that choice you insult her very memory, both her's and your other lovers."
"Cannibalism, that's a new one." She mused idly, reaching over with one hand to pull the blonds curled up figure over towards herself, shifting and allowing him to lay curled up against her chest while she re-arranged her cloak and arms around him, idly stroking his hair. She had a smile on her face, one of a morbid amusement. It was funny how at one point not so long ago, she had thought her tale the most twisted. For a long while, she simply let them lay there, her painted nails and patterned hands idly stroking through his hair to help ease his suffering physically while he mentally coped with the fresh memories. After a while, she spoke up again.
"She wanted you to live. You said that gods do not only have to kill, there's the flip side too. Her gift to you was one of life Sayvahn, though I couldn't tell you why. To feel regret over living is to insult her sacrifice, her gift, her choice. I won't bother telling you to stop feeling the way you do, feelings are hardly so easy to change, but every moment you force yourself to suffer over that choice you insult her very memory, both her's and your other lovers."