intentionally vague history
It had all been a dream.
He had hoped it was real; who wouldn't, in his situation? He so hoped to return, to the place he felt wanted, needed... But it was not to be. It was all he could think about the first month. He dreamed of it, of escaping what could hardly be considered a life. As time passed, though, he found his belief wavering. If it was real, why was he here? By the time his next birthday came along, he had come to accept the fact that it had only been a dream, that this was the only thing he could believe in.
He stopped resisting; it had only been a matter of time, after all, before he would finally give in. He no longer wished for his dream to come true. They would be too disappointed, as he had changed too much. Now that he had been broken, more freedom was allowed. No longer was he blamed no matter the deed, locked in his own room unless accompanied. The times with his master were enjoyed, as he now desired the man's love more than ever.
To the world, he appeared as one would expect: arrogant, bitter, always angry with the world around him. But this was not him; going through all that he had left a very bad toll on his psyche. Self-loathing, submissive, and scared weren't words usually associated with Asch the Bloody, yet they were more accurate than most would believe, or even consider. This was his true self, that even he wouldn't acknowledge. It was a wonder he hadn't actually lost himself with all he had been through.
And that was all because of Guy.
He had hoped it was real; who wouldn't, in his situation? He so hoped to return, to the place he felt wanted, needed... But it was not to be. It was all he could think about the first month. He dreamed of it, of escaping what could hardly be considered a life. As time passed, though, he found his belief wavering. If it was real, why was he here? By the time his next birthday came along, he had come to accept the fact that it had only been a dream, that this was the only thing he could believe in.
He stopped resisting; it had only been a matter of time, after all, before he would finally give in. He no longer wished for his dream to come true. They would be too disappointed, as he had changed too much. Now that he had been broken, more freedom was allowed. No longer was he blamed no matter the deed, locked in his own room unless accompanied. The times with his master were enjoyed, as he now desired the man's love more than ever.
To the world, he appeared as one would expect: arrogant, bitter, always angry with the world around him. But this was not him; going through all that he had left a very bad toll on his psyche. Self-loathing, submissive, and scared weren't words usually associated with Asch the Bloody, yet they were more accurate than most would believe, or even consider. This was his true self, that even he wouldn't acknowledge. It was a wonder he hadn't actually lost himself with all he had been through.
And that was all because of Guy.