( these could be considered two different Fears, though as dimitri continues, he paints himself most vividly for one in particular.
fear of control is the domain of the Spider — of the Web, of the Mother of Puppets. this is the Dread Power that marked john first, when reading a children's book marked as an artefact of the Web at age eight had nearly led him to an early grave.
but, no, if any of the Fears were to pose the greatest threat to what dimitri feared most for himself, it would not be the Spider. )
...In my world, there are individuals like what you describe. Avatars of the Hunt, or "Hunters"... they exist only for the thrill of the chase. They weaken when they're denied it.
( ironically, he had been appointed a Hunter as someone to help keep him safe from threats outside of the Institute — the selfsame Hunter that had once nearly taken him into the woods and executed him, certain of the threat he posed. his relationship with daisy is very complicated. she had marked him deeply for fear of the Hunt, but he had since gotten to know her — gotten to feel responsible for her getting entangled in the Institute's business. he had willingly walked into the heart of the Buried, into Choke, into the Crushing Dark itself to pull her out... and then he had had to watch her wither away as she tried to deny the Hunt's hold over her.
it's the same fate he would have faced if he had refused to feed the Eye, as he does now. )
...It's a cruel existence. For them, and their victims.
Dimitri. I know it's difficult — dredging up fear always is. But if you were to tell to story about what led you to this point, where you stood upon the precipice of losing yourself to your anger... What is the scene that you would set? Where were you, and why — who were you with, and how did it all seem to you? How did you feel?
As... ghoulish as it is — this is what I need. A moment of fear, frozen in time.
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fear of control is the domain of the Spider — of the Web, of the Mother of Puppets. this is the Dread Power that marked john first, when reading a children's book marked as an artefact of the Web at age eight had nearly led him to an early grave.
but, no, if any of the Fears were to pose the greatest threat to what dimitri feared most for himself, it would not be the Spider. )
...In my world, there are individuals like what you describe. Avatars of the Hunt, or "Hunters"... they exist only for the thrill of the chase. They weaken when they're denied it.
( ironically, he had been appointed a Hunter as someone to help keep him safe from threats outside of the Institute — the selfsame Hunter that had once nearly taken him into the woods and executed him, certain of the threat he posed. his relationship with daisy is very complicated. she had marked him deeply for fear of the Hunt, but he had since gotten to know her — gotten to feel responsible for her getting entangled in the Institute's business. he had willingly walked into the heart of the Buried, into Choke, into the Crushing Dark itself to pull her out... and then he had had to watch her wither away as she tried to deny the Hunt's hold over her.
it's the same fate he would have faced if he had refused to feed the Eye, as he does now. )
...It's a cruel existence. For them, and their victims.
Dimitri. I know it's difficult — dredging up fear always is. But if you were to tell to story about what led you to this point, where you stood upon the precipice of losing yourself to your anger... What is the scene that you would set? Where were you, and why — who were you with, and how did it all seem to you? How did you feel?
As... ghoulish as it is — this is what I need. A moment of fear, frozen in time.