Francis Dolarhyde (veryshyboy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-24 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | francis dolarhyde, riddick |
Who: Francis Dolarhyde and Richard Riddick
What: A meeting of minds, or something like that
When: Monday the 25th
Where: A park, after sunset
Warnings: High R for discussions of violence
Status: Incomplete, closed
When he'd first started dreaming, he hadn't known what to think. His first dream was bloody, and violent. Messy. Purposeless, almost. A child taking his first few steps now that he'd found his legs.
But then he'd seen the Blake watercolour and everything had clicked into place. He knew what this beast was inside him. Could put a name to it.
The Dragon.
Perhaps here, in this life, Riddick could be his witness. Perhaps he wouldn't need to kill anyone to complete his transformation, but the thought of someone's blood on his hands doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should.
He sits and waits in the dark. Watching the moon as it peeks through the fog.
A good night for animals to meet.