Sometimes . . .


The path he took was sometimes familiar.  Other times, he barely recognized it.  It was always the same route, but the scenery could be different, like a stage.   He knew where he was heading each time though; where he was trying to go, and he knew when he reached that gate, it would once again be open for him.  Always his choice…. He could go in.  He could close it.  He could ignore it completely.  Stare at it.  The choice was his.

“Sometimes…,” he paused…. unsure if he wanted to give voice to the truth, for words, once spoken, cannot be repossessed.  “Sometimes, you’re…. so tempting,” he said out loud.

“Yesssss…. We know,” the spirit said, looking at him lasciviously, lust practically dripping off it’s opaque form.

He closed his eyes a moment, embracing the pleasures of his carnal desire mounting up within his soul. It felt good.  The illusion of comforting warmth crept over his body like a gentle wave, and his mouth salivated with desire for relief.

Opening his eyes back up slowly, he looked back down into the temptation that was before him.

He had a choice.

Sometimes, the choice to give in was the right one.

Halestorm – Familiar Taste of Poison

KaTink Tony 5 (Modified)

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: Exile::Vindicated
Jacket: [Deadwool] The Dandy – formal jacket – white
Shirt: [Deadwool] Hugo shirt – (dandy jacket add-on) – white
Pants: [Deadwool] The Dandy – formal trousers – white

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