09-10-2019, 08:46 PM
V u l g a r i S
Truthfully, he’s lost count as to how many times he has climbed this mountain between losing his memory and trying to regain some semblance of his former strength. These treks have taught him to be honest with himself, though. He has learned that it is his fear of weakness that drives him up the slippery incline even as the slush of half-melted snow makes the journey more perilous. Loose rocks threaten to make him lose his footing several times and he stumbles, slamming his knees several times.
But he simply sucks in a hissing breath between his teeth and carries on. The fire in his heart refuses to extinguish or surrender even as the icy wind begins to collect across his brows and along the edges of his eyelashes. His breath leaves him in delicate white puffs of air that disappear in the frigid mountain breeze. It almost hurts to inhale, up here, but what other choice does he have? Vulgaris snorts softly at his own childish complaining.
When he arrives near the peak, he pauses a moment to catch his breath search the clouds for some sign that someone is listening. Perhaps they have always heard him, he suspects, but they have elected not to entertain his requests. Still, they had been kind enough to restore his youth so that he might continue this adventure in life. Not having aching joints had meant one less thing for Leliana to worry about while he tried to keep up with their children.
“You have been infinitely kind to me, in my life. All my children are strong and beautiful. My body is as powerful as ever,” he calls out to anyone or no one at all. He feels guilty to keep pestering them but the roaring inferno of his soul demands it. “My curse has been broken but.. I want to replace it with a blessing instead. I want to rise from my ashes. I told Leliana I would die for her and she asked me to live so.. I want to do just that.”
He keeps those sage green eyes trained on the clouds, brows furrowed as he remains hopeful.
But he simply sucks in a hissing breath between his teeth and carries on. The fire in his heart refuses to extinguish or surrender even as the icy wind begins to collect across his brows and along the edges of his eyelashes. His breath leaves him in delicate white puffs of air that disappear in the frigid mountain breeze. It almost hurts to inhale, up here, but what other choice does he have? Vulgaris snorts softly at his own childish complaining.
When he arrives near the peak, he pauses a moment to catch his breath search the clouds for some sign that someone is listening. Perhaps they have always heard him, he suspects, but they have elected not to entertain his requests. Still, they had been kind enough to restore his youth so that he might continue this adventure in life. Not having aching joints had meant one less thing for Leliana to worry about while he tried to keep up with their children.
“You have been infinitely kind to me, in my life. All my children are strong and beautiful. My body is as powerful as ever,” he calls out to anyone or no one at all. He feels guilty to keep pestering them but the roaring inferno of his soul demands it. “My curse has been broken but.. I want to replace it with a blessing instead. I want to rise from my ashes. I told Leliana I would die for her and she asked me to live so.. I want to do just that.”
He keeps those sage green eyes trained on the clouds, brows furrowed as he remains hopeful.
In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
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