Aphmaus Proposal

Wait For It

Waiting

It's a game everyone plays.

When you walked for the first time, you waited.

When you talked for the first time, you waited.

When you read for the first time, you waited.

When you learned to write, you waited.

Everything you did, you needed to wait for the event soon or farther away to occur, except, I didn't. I already knew how to walk, talk, read, write. All I needed to do was be awaken into this new world. I never needed to wait. All I needed to do was skip the first twenty years of my life in a flash.

I never knew the meaning of having to wait. I never needed to, until now. I have an obligation to wait for Zane's most susceptible instant. I am entitled to wait for the moment to strike back. It is an important asset to my plan.

I remember a quote someone had said, words of a wise man.

"Our willingness to wait reveals the value we place on what we're waiting for..."

-Charles Stanley

Right now, I need to unveil the importance of the death to the High Priest, resulting in the declaration of freedom to all of Ru'an.

I need to unleash my furry to Zane's heart until every once of blood is sucked out of his body onto the floor, but for that precious moment to come, I need to wait.

Wait for his guards to leave his side.

Wait for his trust to be true towards me.

Wait for his love to rise.

Wait for him to believe I am willing to do anything for him.

Wait for him to believe I am his.

Wait for him to believe I love him.

Love. What is love? Love has never been a feeling I have grasped before. I am aware of the symptoms, but I have never felt it before.

I never needed to love.

I never had a mother to love, a father to love, not even siblings. I wouldn't know if I had found it. It would have all been an act anyway.

I would have never shown my true passion for them, because it wouldn't be there. It's just an empty slate of an emotionless human.

"Aph-mau, the High priest would like to speak to you."

He was holding a scroll as if he needed to have the paper in front of him to pronounce my name.

He stumbled on the words, first starting with 'Aph', and resulting in 'mau', finally getting the difficult announciation of the word after many weeks of trying.

"If I may ask, why would he like to see me?"

My words were spoken, that is all. No emotion was shown, nor was there an intend to. They were meant to be sculptures just there for decoration.