Smile or no, it strikes terror into his heart no less. The young man stumbles to his feet in the creek, fixing his skewed spectacles as he stares at the man... the monster. He'd not it admitted it but to himself in the darkest hours, but the chain around his throat was more than filial duty - it was a noose.
"Leave me, you've no use for me." His shaking voice still holds some small amount of power.
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Date: 2012-03-25 11:32 pm (UTC)"Leave me, you've no use for me." His shaking voice still holds some small amount of power.