#ishgardians

I have spent the past yearchasingghostsandspirits as if my life depends upon such.

In that time I have discovered that my family has many secrets and I am finally in a position where I know more than Marielle. I know more and I am more.

I am more a Cartier than she.

My sire is not her sire.

My heart sings. Marielle knows nothing. I have not decided if I will tell her. She would not believe me. I would not blame her.

Uncle Renault continues to irritate me with his concerns regarding my safety. His children know I am more than capable and their worries make more sense – what if my foes seek him? That is why I destroy them completely. I seek them in their warrens like the vermin they are. I leave nothing but ash.

Speaking of vermin.

Emrys.

What do I do with him?

Love him.

Flee?

He will destroy himself.

I should do something. I can scarce believe any to find me worthy of love and yet he does.

I do not know how to let him stand beside me as he would wish to. I just do not know how to handle this knowledge, nor do I know how to handle that I feel the same.

(( Tagging @immcrtalised because Emrys was mentioned.

I’m trying to punt myself into writing again and it’s honestly nice to actually produce SOMETHING. ))