blackthorns: (( ten. ))
Mᴀʀᴋ Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴛʜᴏʀɴ ( Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀs ) ([personal profile] blackthorns) wrote in [personal profile] brisks 2016-04-06 05:47 pm (UTC)

Some days I do not know.

[ It's honest, and maybe it's because Tommy is a relative stranger and cannot be hurt by it, or maybe it's because there's something that calls inside of his blood. But it is honest. ]

I am Mark Blackthorn. Shadowhunter. Faerie. Boy. I do not know which one to hold on to. [ He still has a hold of his hand and so he turns it, threads their fingers together. It's a sweet movement, almost as if it could be seductive were it not for Mark's innocence in the moment. He had hated the lack of touch in the Hunt, and while Kieran had helped then, he craves it more and more now. ] I was thrown from the Hunt and I have not felt the wind for many, many nights. I have known great loss, but no longer having that --.

[ It could kill him, if he let it. And it hurts more than the whipping ever did. But he has an obligation to his family. ]

Thank you.

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