she often wonders why she bothers. she was nothing more than a vessel to any of them — to her father, she brought an heir into the world. for blackheart, it was a moment’s indiscretion he never thought twice about. and for her son, her existence was simply a means of entry into the world, she didn’t factor in at all. 

val’shara looked visibly defeated, deflated, and the woman in black turned away from him again. he didn’t love her. he never had. were demons incapable? was she? she was only half-demon, born of a loveless marriage. her mother was not unlike her, the two of them living banshees, haunting this house, like ghosts. the men in their lives wanted nothing, needed nothing, and would not care if they vanished altogether.

what little was left whole of his mother’s heart had broken again, into impossibly smaller pieces, and tears lined the bright black of her eyes. her chest ached, and for the first time in her long, long life, she felt alone. unloved, unwanted, and alone.

‘ then you should go. and like your father, you should never return. ‘

_{it wasn’t the first time – nor the last time he was compared to his father. he stated -his truth- and things just got more complicated. a reason to why he distanced himself from everyone in the first place. no one ever wanted to hear what he had to say.} 

_{when they did, they dismissed it, and told him to leave – sometimes even forcing him to get out. maybe he should just have stayed away; would have been so much better in his mind. at least then he’d actually not have to deal with anyone.}

_{‘just like everyone else.’ a simple statement as he rubbed at his temples for a few moments. ‘dismissing me as nothing more than his son.’ or maybe that was just how he personally saw it. still, if she wanted him gone? he’d leave – another person who didn’t want him around. not that he could truly blame them honestly.}

_{‘nothing more than being exactly like him; you don’t have to say it twice,” he said, sliding his arms behind his back. ‘i’m leaving.’}