Nonotano lay on his bed at the inn and kept his eyes closed. He held one arm under the back of his head and the the other above in the air, tapping his fingers one-by-one against his thumb.
tap-tap-tap-tap-repeat.
tap-tap-tap-tap-repeat.
His mind raced and he imagined a timeline that never was. A timeline where he was sharing a dinner with his mother and father, and in this timeline they loved him as their sweet child.
But that timeline was false. A lie he had created to....
To what...?
His face began to twist into a grimace as a growl formed deep in his throat as he tried to remain calm and focus.
But it was too late. Ruru had once again spoiled his fable, as he always did. Now that the false life was spoiled, he focused on the one thing that had fueled him for so long anymore: his hate.
His mouth verbalized each one as they appeared his mind.
"Ruru. His lalafell lover. The green haired miqo'te. Sergeant Crofte. The ragged homeless looking miqo'te."
His teeth ground together. He began again, as though it were a mantra.
"Ruru. His lalafell lover. The green-haired miqo'te....."
And as he said the words, he savored the hatred he felt for his brother and those around him.
tap-tap-tap-tap-repeat.
tap-tap-tap-tap-repeat.
His mind raced and he imagined a timeline that never was. A timeline where he was sharing a dinner with his mother and father, and in this timeline they loved him as their sweet child.
But that timeline was false. A lie he had created to....
To what...?
His face began to twist into a grimace as a growl formed deep in his throat as he tried to remain calm and focus.
But it was too late. Ruru had once again spoiled his fable, as he always did. Now that the false life was spoiled, he focused on the one thing that had fueled him for so long anymore: his hate.
His mouth verbalized each one as they appeared his mind.
"Ruru. His lalafell lover. The green haired miqo'te. Sergeant Crofte. The ragged homeless looking miqo'te."
His teeth ground together. He began again, as though it were a mantra.
"Ruru. His lalafell lover. The green-haired miqo'te....."
And as he said the words, he savored the hatred he felt for his brother and those around him.
