A face as impassive as the stone it is made from. Pale metal hair softer than it appears, just like its owner. Words wielded like a sword to keep people at a distance. Cold eyes glaring out at the world to hide a vulnerable heart.
Is it tiring to fight so hard to keep people away Zelgadiss?
Would you accept me if I came to ease your burden, or would you push me away?
Sometimes I find myself thinking that you would welcome me, that you want me to work past your barriers. Then, my watching you causes you pain. I drink it in even as it drives daggers into my soul and leaves me wondering.
Perhaps you are happy behind the fortress you have built, though I do not think so. Maybe it is simply that you are waiting for someone else to set you free.
How do I know if you are waiting for me or keeping me out most of all?
I am as protected as you are, in my own way. I dare not risk letting my barriers down if I will be unable to penetrate through yours.
There is no way to tell what you want from me. Your walls are to complete for even me to see through. The only way to gain my answer is to take a chance.
That thought firghtens me, that I should risk all that I am in order to win that which I desire, or to loose everything. It is funny, that I would chance my own destruction for the barest hope of touching your heart.
Will you let me?
I have to know, I can't wait any longer. I need to see if you will welcome me through your wall even though you know what I am.
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Zelgadiss-san?
You look pale, shall I take you outside?
Come to me.