08-03-2016, 01:25 PM
Reach out and touch faith
Underwood
I will deliver; you know I'm a forgiver.
Perhaps he had not fallen too far from the proverbial tree - preferring the solace and quiet of the darkest depths the dense foliage surrounding their territory had to offer, he often hid away, tucked into the shadow-laced crevices. When temptation does grow to be too much to bear and he exposes his sooty coat and thick, bristling feathers of coal to the prying sunlight, it is only to venture out and taste the discomfort and uneasiness in the air. Though he has grown into a broad, statuesque blend of his flawless bloodline, there is still a touch of pristine youth to his features - but his soulless, dark eyes cause many to flinch and pull away from him, which he savors.
The only one yet to draw away from his callous stare is his precious mother - his beautiful, manipulative mother - in fact, she pulls him closer, adoring him for every furrowed brow and every sinful stare. His mind lingers on her for too long, interrupted only by the way his eyes clench and grimace from the blinding light of the sun as he emerges from the darkness. There is something that pulls at him, setting his nerves on fire and his wry smile twists into a glowering sneer - he knows not what it is, but it pulls at the very fiber of his being. He resists for a long moment, but it crawls along his flesh, and he is suddenly too aware of his own skin and the way it moves and shifts over his muscles and bone.
At last, he relinquishes control, uneasy but intrigued - the world falls from beneath him and his tendons tense from the sudden sweep of movement. His limbs manage to find solid ground once more, and though the world still spins around him, he manages to focus on the exposed clearing surrounding him, the dried brush beneath him and at last, the foreboding figure before him. With heavy black plumage, dark eyes and an all-too-familiar build, his stomach clenches tightly within him - he knows there is not denying. At last - "Father."
The only one yet to draw away from his callous stare is his precious mother - his beautiful, manipulative mother - in fact, she pulls him closer, adoring him for every furrowed brow and every sinful stare. His mind lingers on her for too long, interrupted only by the way his eyes clench and grimace from the blinding light of the sun as he emerges from the darkness. There is something that pulls at him, setting his nerves on fire and his wry smile twists into a glowering sneer - he knows not what it is, but it pulls at the very fiber of his being. He resists for a long moment, but it crawls along his flesh, and he is suddenly too aware of his own skin and the way it moves and shifts over his muscles and bone.
At last, he relinquishes control, uneasy but intrigued - the world falls from beneath him and his tendons tense from the sudden sweep of movement. His limbs manage to find solid ground once more, and though the world still spins around him, he manages to focus on the exposed clearing surrounding him, the dried brush beneath him and at last, the foreboding figure before him. With heavy black plumage, dark eyes and an all-too-familiar build, his stomach clenches tightly within him - he knows there is not denying. At last - "Father."