…and because the queen just provides far too many options to be a properly focusing prompt let me shift one space diagonally up left to queen’s pawn 5, using the “the sorry look of a grand bird without the feathers that make it grand” prompt and rolling for another piece switch to… so becoming a bishop.
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They call him ‘the remnant’. I hate that they call him that. He was… well, he was arrogant and cruel. Enthralled by the addiction of his own power. Undisputed paragon of magical puissance and he wore it like an iron glove. But…
When I look into his eyes, he is not the same man. When I look into his eyes, I see that… That haunted look. The memory of days when he soared on the winds of prominence. The tortured longing, not for the tyrannical majesty in which he had basked, but for the simple tranquility of transcendence.
Perhaps it is the curse of the magnanimous but I have never found it in me to flaunt my own ascendance to his metaphorical throne. And I cannot help but thinking that while the man he was deserved what he got, the man he is now does not deserve to be the one suffering the repercussions. That him-now and him-then are two separate men and that the wrong one was rewarded and the wrong one now is punished.
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Date: 2013-06-07 08:01 pm (UTC)…and because the queen just provides far too many options to be a properly focusing prompt let me shift one space diagonally up left to queen’s pawn 5, using the “the sorry look of a grand bird without the feathers that make it grand” prompt and rolling for another piece switch to…
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They call him ‘the remnant’. I hate that they call him that. He was… well, he was arrogant and cruel. Enthralled by the addiction of his own power. Undisputed paragon of magical puissance and he wore it like an iron glove. But…
When I look into his eyes, he is not the same man. When I look into his eyes, I see that… That haunted look. The memory of days when he soared on the winds of prominence. The tortured longing, not for the tyrannical majesty in which he had basked, but for the simple tranquility of transcendence.
Perhaps it is the curse of the magnanimous but I have never found it in me to flaunt my own ascendance to his metaphorical throne. And I cannot help but thinking that while the man he was deserved what he got, the man he is now does not deserve to be the one suffering the repercussions. That him-now and him-then are two separate men and that the wrong one was rewarded and the wrong one now is punished.