Viravos~✨Talking to the Stars~✨

Patience is a Virtue

(Aaravos' POV)
I was admittedly surprised when the human mage, Viren, covered my mirror. He was clearly at a loss for what to do next in his pursuit for power but putting my plan into action would be quite the task of I had to do it through gestures alone.
No matter, all would happen in due time. He needed my help, it was only a matter of him getting over his pride. I could wait, I already had. I ignored the quickening of my heartbeat as a smile came to my face. This could my chance to finally escape my prison but only if I helped this human. Granted, doing so was in my best interest so that wouldn't be a problem.
I read books and then went out for a stroll. Before going outside, I checked the mirror to see it still covered. I went out and picked some herbs, inhaling the moonlit air. I closed my eyes and imagined myself far from here.
Then, my mind wandered to Viren. A reckless yet cautious man who prioritized power over his relationships. It was wearing on him, evidence was in his tired eyes. His ambition was unique for a human, he wasn't afraid of deteriorating his health for these tasks either. It made me grin. He was interesting man who I hoped to learn about further.
I came back inside and picked up a book that I had been reading for some time. Its permanent place was at my bedside, as I always read before sleeping. A story about two princes who formed a secret alliance and eventually ended up boyfriends. It was very dramatic and also sweet. I found it comforting, as I had been invested in the series for three novels thus far. I was familiar with the characters and their behaviors which made the story even more interesting. Though some elements could be predicted, new factors complicated things and each character played off each other in a unique way.
The main character was reading a letter from his boyfriend. He lamented about how long it had been since they had seen each other and how he longed to hear his voice and to hold hands once again.
I looked down at my own hand. One which had never held another genuinely. Any previous alliance I had was merely business. I used emotions to lure individuals into a false sense of security. A security that would gain their trust and loyalty. Once I gained that loyalty and they carried out my plans, I would betray them. A simple formula that I had employed for many, many years. It was clever, and productive. But then, why did my heart ache when I read stories such as this? Why did I gravitate toward stories with complex relationships where many were genuine with one another? Ones where if a character were betrayed, a rage would grow inside me? None of it made sense. Emotional attachment breeds destruction. That's a fact I've always known. The tightness in my chest lingered.
Why long for destruction? Being alone is what I've been best at. Using others to accomplish my goals like pawns in a complex strategy game. Like a moth drawn to a fire, I have always been drawn to it.
Was feeling something genuine worth the risk? The risk of being the one who was betrayed?
I rubbed my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I rose to my feet and went outside to lay on the grass. I stared up at the sky and enchanted myself to fall asleep. A dangerous practice that I had grown accustomed to. I was prone to bouts of insomnia and this was how I solved it. This practice had a price. The price of being not just difficulty sleeping without it but near impossibility.