(Rigel)
(Slight NSFW)
My perception of the world is in black and grey. People lack colour and vitality for me. My imprisonment has moulded my view of them as jaded and made them non-existent, mere specs of sand.
But this tiny woman, my mate, the one who trusts me even with my pitch black heart is my beacon on the darkest of the days. Like a guiding star, trying to keep me on the righteous path, not giving up on me.
Even with all the morally unacceptable shit I have been doing and will continue in future, she is still holding my hand. Trying to fix and salvage parts of me, I don't even know can be mended.
My shadows greed for her, clinging to her, sponging off that light she carries. There is something more, just below her skin, something hidden like a treasure. My shadows sense it, they want to devour it while holding her hostage against that pillar.
