Here is a creature that respects power,
that uses it wisely; Simon lives in a world
where the elite exploit their lessers,
where the Redeemed are subjugated
only because the living hold power over them.“There’s too many people in this world willin’ to abuse
their power over others, Dakota, I’ll tell you that.
I’m glad you’re not one of ‘em.”He likes her already. It’s been clear from the start
that she’s neither a radical nor a visionary, but
all the same, she’d held true to her own values
where others around her - her family - would not.
"Simon,”
the undead murmurs with a smile, and
his cold hand clasps her own firmly
before drawing back again. Dakota is a strange name,
but the girl herself is far more unusual, and that
tugs his interest much more.
“The pleasure’s mine.”Turning a little, he gestures for her to follow him.
”Walk with me?”
“You believe in the soul, in spirits -
what sort? I can see you’ve got faith in somethin’.”
Dakota did not feel it necessary to abuse
her power over those unable to protect
themselves, it was cruel- meaningless.
He seemed to respect her cause , a trait
which often did not occur in strangers.
"I’ve never seem the point, I’m glad you
approve of my justification, it’s not east
to justify death; s'nice to hear a second
opinion on the matter.”
The pagan liked him. Perhaps once he reigned
chaos but there was a lack of people who did
not let darkness consume them. He was one
of the brighter souls in life.
She could feel it.
“Your names suits your face.”
She commented with a chirp,
taking his hand merrily and
shaking lightly- no need to be
rough. Fingers lingering on his skin,
desperate to know more about the
frozen surface. It was ever so new.
All of it.
“The feeling is mutual.”
Feet already treading a familiar path she
trails after him wordlessly.
Lighting up the woman physically flinched.
“I believe in souls, our souls are in harmony
with the world, nature and the spirits when
we are born but through our lives most stray
away, it makes us feel less alive. Less good,.
It’s my theory that the more at peace I am
with nature the better I feel and I haven’t been
wrong so far. Souls are precious things, Simon.”
“What do you think?”