[The only thing Glen's really wanted since they've come back is to die. He feels hollowed out, all the defining parts of him carved from his chest and replaced with foreign, unpleasant and unwanted feelings. He hates Felid. He hates him more than he thought it was possible to hate anything. But at the same time, ever since that, he can't deny the aching need to be with him, the fear of being left alone, the warmth when he receives "affection" that's usually violent and always degrading. It doesn't feel like him, and his mind denies it, but he can't remove that alteration to his heart no matter how much he wants to. And he can't remove the alteration to his body, either -- he won't let himself fall so far as to become a demon, but the knowledge that his humanity has been stolen from him hammers at him constantly, with every little sensation that feels so different in a changed form.
He can't have anything back. All of his hopes and dreams are gone. He's been twisted into a sick parody of himself and all his "family" and "friends" can't reach him anymore.
But it's very hard to commit suicide as a vampire, and Felid won't let him besides. So after a couple of weeks he's given up and has simply become listless, hiding away in the disgustingly decadent room he's been provided and chasing his thoughts around a mind that seems absurdly empty with only him in it. He's pretty sure he's lost his grip on any sanity that was left before he hid in himself that time. But it doesn't really matter when he's alone with himself and Felid, and he still adamantly refuses to have anything to do with the rest of the city or any possible attempts to get him to be part of society (and especially part of the anti-human efforts).
It's fine. If he can't disappear, he'll sit here and rot.]
What do you want now?
[When Felid comes in, he is, as usual, curled up on the day bed at the window, playing at reading but really just staring out into nothing. He'll miss hours like that, lost in his own head rather than interacting with his current reality.]
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He can't have anything back. All of his hopes and dreams are gone. He's been twisted into a sick parody of himself and all his "family" and "friends" can't reach him anymore.
But it's very hard to commit suicide as a vampire, and Felid won't let him besides. So after a couple of weeks he's given up and has simply become listless, hiding away in the disgustingly decadent room he's been provided and chasing his thoughts around a mind that seems absurdly empty with only him in it. He's pretty sure he's lost his grip on any sanity that was left before he hid in himself that time. But it doesn't really matter when he's alone with himself and Felid, and he still adamantly refuses to have anything to do with the rest of the city or any possible attempts to get him to be part of society (and especially part of the anti-human efforts).
It's fine. If he can't disappear, he'll sit here and rot.]
What do you want now?
[When Felid comes in, he is, as usual, curled up on the day bed at the window, playing at reading but really just staring out into nothing. He'll miss hours like that, lost in his own head rather than interacting with his current reality.]