[Requiem] To Be Lost

[aequitassancti]

I am faceless in a crowd of wandering, wondering, and lost mortality. I move with the delicate precision of a statue given life and force myself to mimic the small nuances of living. My eyes, my beautiful eyes, are hidden behind dark mirrors which blind the human-kind to my predatory glint. One can force the blood to heat, fuel pulse and breathe…

Comments

[en_sof]

So brief to capture the strange daggered path that the Daeva walk between humanity and their nature as Kindred.

Bravo, sir.

[diary_invidia]

Oh I really like this whole post. I can see the perspective only I read it with a dash of bittersweet angst.

My favorite line:
I love them, in some perverted sense of the word. But would a parasite not love its host? Does a man not love his meal?

[en_sof]

Mine was the very next part, to the last of it.

I need them, and I abhor admitting it. But in these moments, I do not find myself cross at conceding the point. They are beautiful, seductive, and so brilliantly…and unknowingly…dangerous.

So pointed and poignant...there's the bittersweet thrill ;)