Wise, wise Puppy. Much as I mislike erasing any words we’ve shared, this subject does demand especial caution. Do delete those files. I’ll do the same, and content myself with knowing we can share these words again.
Again, my Love, if the words begin to burn, or to blur overmuch, you must slip past them, and let this message pass into the void.
Anything that fails coherence now will be known in time, when we’ve mended this rift by which we’ve found ourselves fractured.
The Dark One, Love, is both a title and [ … ] a sense of being intrinsic to my identity. What I am now cannot be severed from the title and the being I took on. Some might say that to become the Dark One is to be changed at the core, but I find— Your words speak it more to my liking, and to my experience. In becoming the Dark One, I wasn’t changed utterly; better to say that something in me was unlocked, that I was granted reign to become better aligned with my own potential. That I stepped into greater wholeness.
In a way, then, the dagger— Mm. For sake of maintaining a bit of distance, potential cushioning for my Love’s mind, let us say ‘the artifact.’ So in a way, the artifact functions as a kind of key.
A key and a tether. A connection to a vast, an ever-evolving energy. An access to magic, and an opportunity to take that magic into one’s own being. A deal and a contract of its own, really.
And double-edged— It’s that, as well. There are particularities of the artifact’s power best kept out of texted messages (no worries, Puppy! Daddy will tell you all another time, when I can nestle at your chest and grace your cheek with kisses; where no one but we two can hear the words I know) but becoming the Dark One requires a price of blood drawn.
It is rather a Highlander situation; there can only be one wielder of the artifact - thus, as the kids say, there can only be one Dark One (a pity, really; I quite warm to the idea of a bundle of Dark One pups, all equally frenetic, every one a buzzing handful to their fathers!) - at a time.
I killed the one who came before me.
A being I caught wind of and sought after. A being whose will had been compromised. Whose magic was [ … ] like and quite unlike my own (which is, I would neither dare nor bother to deny, indeed quite squirrelly at times).
I can’t say how many lived before him. I cannot say how long the dagger has existed, orIt frustrates me, that its origin remains enshrouded The artifact holds no trace of their memories; whatever connection I bear to past Dark Ones is minimal.
If the Dark One is a species, then, it seems to be ever-evolving. And whatever species I may be, I place entirely up to your naming. 😌❤️✨
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Again, my Love, if the words begin to burn, or to blur overmuch, you must slip past them, and let this message pass into the void.
Anything that fails coherence now will be known in time, when we’ve mended this rift by which we’ve found ourselves fractured.
The Dark One, Love, is both a title and [ … ] a sense of being intrinsic to my identity. What I am now cannot be severed from the title and the being I took on. Some might say that to become the Dark One is to be changed at the core, but I find— Your words speak it more to my liking, and to my experience. In becoming the Dark One, I wasn’t changed utterly; better to say that something in me was unlocked, that I was granted reign to become better aligned with my own potential. That I stepped into greater wholeness.
In a way, then, the dagger— Mm. For sake of maintaining a bit of distance, potential cushioning for my Love’s mind, let us say ‘the artifact.’ So in a way, the artifact functions as a kind of key.
A key and a tether. A connection to a vast, an ever-evolving energy. An access to magic, and an opportunity to take that magic into one’s own being. A deal and a contract of its own, really.
And double-edged— It’s that, as well. There are particularities of the artifact’s power best kept out of texted messages (no worries, Puppy! Daddy will tell you all another time, when I can nestle at your chest and grace your cheek with kisses; where no one but we two can hear the words I know) but becoming the Dark One requires a price of blood drawn.
It is rather a Highlander situation; there can only be one wielder of the artifact - thus,
as the kids say,there can only be one Dark One (a pity, really; I quite warm to the idea of a bundle of Dark One pups, all equally frenetic, every one a buzzing handful to their fathers!) - at a time.I killed the one who came before me.
A being I caught wind of and sought after. A being whose will had been compromised. Whose magic was [ … ] like and quite unlike my own (which is, I would neither dare nor bother to deny, indeed quite squirrelly at times).
I can’t say how many lived before him.
I cannot say how long the dagger has existed, orIt frustrates me, that its origin remains enshroudedThe artifact holds no trace of their memories; whatever connection I bear to past Dark Ones is minimal.If the Dark One is a species, then, it seems to be ever-evolving. And whatever species I may be, I place entirely up to your naming. 😌❤️✨