Shadow Emissary

He could feel the tugging (tuggingholdtightsharpseams) on every molecule of his being. Lips moved, twitched into a grin at the person he was looking at, but held fast at the stitching holding them closed.

(grinsmirktauntlittlechild)

An invisible wind, one whose caresses were familiar, tugged at him. (tracingbonyribscurveofjawhauntingchuckle)

Finally, disappearing into the mist he knew this other person could not see, his lips finally broke free into a cackle. Though he could not feel, he knew his teeth had long since been formed into the needle-sharp canines he once used to fear for so long.

(comelittlelightlaughtomadnessyouaremine)

Last fragments wisping away were his freedom. The last glimpse he had of his terrified visitor was viewed with long-lost eyes of his hidden scrap of humanity.

(noneshalleverescapemythrall)