Amnesia, Of A Sort

[Alric Kuhn]

Maybe she was right. Maybe by taking away waht he thought would tie him to obligation, he was instead taking away the largest part of himself. His lips thinned, his eyes cast towards the knife again. For a moment he simply considered, thought about everything. Perhaps in ten years time he would change his mind, perhaps in twenty years time he would think himself a fool. Alric couldn't predict the future, he couldn't tell what was about to happen.

His hands shook, though he hardly payed any mind to them anymore.

Decisions didn't come so easily anymore, he realized. Choices were less clear, and the path ahead was more obscure.

Was that because he doubted himself? Was the self confidence that he had once had so strongly now gone? Was he different than the man he was before? Had time taken that from him? Had it been stolen by his love for his wife? Of his children? Was he only confident when things involved himself, when the risk was only weighing on him?

Alric didn't know anymore. It was all too clouded, too fuzzy within his mind. It seemed an oddity that he was so different, that he wouldn't know what choice to male. Doubt gnawed at him, too much for him to be sure that he was doing the right thing anymore.

Slowly he nodded, putting a cloth from the table over the knife.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Her hand fell from his cheek, landing on this bare shoulders. Her vision would blur for a moment, aware of the conflict and that sense of being utterly lost would be in him.

Silently, her right hand would join the other. It went drifting up his forearm, skimming the dusting of hair until it met the bare flesh of his bicep. There, both arms went snaking around his shoulders, and Danger would draw him against her. She would pull him close, enveloping him in her scent and in her warmth.

Comfort came in that embrace, and while she knew she could never replace nor be what he had lost, she could at the very least be his support in this life...

If not the next.