gw - lay your weary headFifteen years old and already weary, aching and unable to grasp hope any longer. The pointlessness of a life of war, one that seemed to never end even when they said it had, and no purpose outside of it or even for it. Did they even have a motivation, a cause to fight for? This nebulous idea of peace seemed out of their reach – and could soldiers so destroyed already even enjoy it, were they to achieve it? What purpose would they have in a peaceful world? What would they have to go back to?gw - lay your weary head by the-dragon-childe
Even if the world was no longer at war, it seemed these young warriors always would be, if only within themselves.
A soldier almost from birth, pointing the gun at himself as often as at others, if only just to catch a glimpse of the humanity trained out of him.
A street urchin, too late to save the only sanctuary he was ever offered.
A mercenary with so many masks and identities foisted upon him that he’s never learned his own self.
An heir whose heart bleeds for everyone but himself, w
avengers - this space betweenHe is as imposing and intimidating as he’s ever been, fire in his electric blue eyes and power in his stance, the hammer in his hand and angry lightning the only illumination. A lesser man might fear the thunder alone would stop his heart. He could have anyone at his mercy.avengers - this space between by the-dragon-childe
Instead he is offering mercy, the softhearted fool.
If he believes he can overpower me, why doesn’t he do it? And if he doesn’t believe he can, then why has he been pursuing me at all?
Sometimes I hear him, echoing as he had ever since my fall, telling me I deserved what I’d gotten, and what was sure to come to me.
But now he stands before me pleading just the opposite. He tries to tell me I can come home, insists that I can still be who I once was. I never was that man at all. I cannot claim back an identity that did not exist.
He does not understand. He knew a man. I am a monster. What have I to return to but scorn and lies? He offers forgiveness, but what can wash away the bl