11-04-2017, 09:13 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Mr+Dafoe|Norican" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.Ledg7_container1 {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 620px;padding: 15px 15px 0px 15px;background: #36424E;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;border: 2px solid #2D3640;}.Ledg7_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 600px;padding: 0;background: #424548;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;border: 2px solid #2D3640;}.Ledg7_container p {margin: 0;}.Ledg7_image {border: none;}.Ledg7_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 10px 20px;color: #C0CCD7;}.Ledg7_name {text-align: center;font: 40px 'Norican', cursive;color: #DFDFDF;padding: 0;box-shadow:0 0 1em #242C33;background-color: #36424E;text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #000;}.Ledg7_quote {text-align: center;font: 15px 'Mr Defoe', cursive;color: #fff;padding: 0;}</style><center><div class="Ledg7_container1"><div class="Ledg7_container"><img class="Ledg7_image" src="https://orig00.deviantart.net/3734/f/2017/280/8/4/ledgerfinal_by_cowgirlconrad-dbpvebl.png"><p class="Ledg7_name">Ledger</p><p class="Ledg7_message">The seasons change but he does not. The ghosts remain, always. Following him, taunting him. reminding him of every failure he has ever made. The children (the poor children, broken and suffering from their neglect) fragments of memories he can’t decipher are real or not. He tries to find solace in soft kisses and warm bodies. Tries to stir some emotion besides the constant rage in his head and the wrath in his belly. There’s nothing but that empty vapid weight swirling in his chest. He cannot find it. Can’t find the peace he seeks, can’t find the love that evades him.
Spark. Cress. One had tried to heal his body and his soul but he was too broken, too shattered. For a brief second he had slipped into her warm embrace and forgotten…. But it was only for a moment. The brief pleasure instantly chased away by the disapproving ghosts and the memory that the one whose heart he truly wanted… (The one he had wanted to hold his) is not the one beneath him. Instead she is elsewhere….. Elsewhere… <i>With him.</i>
How many nights does he spend howling at the moon? How many days does he spend hiding in the dark with only the shadows and the spirits to keep him company?
Until the day he stumbles back along the path of the mountain. A dirty scrawny straggly shadow of the bear he had once been, could have been. Claws drag along the dirt as he makes the climb. Why? Where? It doesn’t matter, nothing matters. Perhaps if he climbs this mountain he can stop Addy from falling to her death over and over again. Perhaps he can make one of the voices shut the fuck up in his head.
They never stop, shouting and fighting amongst each other. Jockeying for a dominant place in his head to tell him what a piece of shit he is. How much he’s fucked up. How he’s deserved every bad thing that's ever happened to him in his life. All the death, heartbreak. You’re just a fuck up Ledger. You always have been, always will be. How could anyone love a stallion like you? Broken thing that you are. A beast, not a man. Of course she wanted someone else, someone complete. Someone to protect her from the creature you are. A monster. <i>A monster.</i> <b><i>“Like me”</i></b> Hisses Chernobyl and the bear snarls, swiping at the invisible ghosts that aren't even there.
He’s at the top, at the place he had come to years ago. Before he met Ellyse. Before he had gotten his power back. Beady eye blinks blearily around him. For a moment, a precious moment, the voices go silent. The ghosts fade. Magic still runs rampant here despite the changes of the land. Silent but not forgotten. He is still… Still except for the aching swirling in his chest.
And then the rage, constantly scorching the back of his throat as it tries to escape, explodes.
<b>”YOU TOOK IT! YOU TOOK IT!”</B> He screams at the rocky cliffs, the dark heavens above. To the hiding fairies and the Dark God that’s always watching. And then, just like he had that day before the deceitful lovers, he is tearing at the ugly X over his chest with his claws. Removing fur, flesh, blood. Exposing the layers of skin and sinew beneath, mad with his eternal pain. Mad with the sorrow of a broken heart he can’t even feel. <b>”GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK TO MEEEE!”</B> He howls, snarls, screams with bloody claws curled into fists at the sky. Give me back my miserable life. <i>GIVE ME BACK MY HEART.</I> </p></div><p class="Ledg7_quote">No sleep tonight<br> I'll keep driving down these dark highway lines</p></div></center>
@[Officials] @[Cassi]
Soooo Ledger would like his heart back please =D
Spark. Cress. One had tried to heal his body and his soul but he was too broken, too shattered. For a brief second he had slipped into her warm embrace and forgotten…. But it was only for a moment. The brief pleasure instantly chased away by the disapproving ghosts and the memory that the one whose heart he truly wanted… (The one he had wanted to hold his) is not the one beneath him. Instead she is elsewhere….. Elsewhere… <i>With him.</i>
How many nights does he spend howling at the moon? How many days does he spend hiding in the dark with only the shadows and the spirits to keep him company?
Until the day he stumbles back along the path of the mountain. A dirty scrawny straggly shadow of the bear he had once been, could have been. Claws drag along the dirt as he makes the climb. Why? Where? It doesn’t matter, nothing matters. Perhaps if he climbs this mountain he can stop Addy from falling to her death over and over again. Perhaps he can make one of the voices shut the fuck up in his head.
They never stop, shouting and fighting amongst each other. Jockeying for a dominant place in his head to tell him what a piece of shit he is. How much he’s fucked up. How he’s deserved every bad thing that's ever happened to him in his life. All the death, heartbreak. You’re just a fuck up Ledger. You always have been, always will be. How could anyone love a stallion like you? Broken thing that you are. A beast, not a man. Of course she wanted someone else, someone complete. Someone to protect her from the creature you are. A monster. <i>A monster.</i> <b><i>“Like me”</i></b> Hisses Chernobyl and the bear snarls, swiping at the invisible ghosts that aren't even there.
He’s at the top, at the place he had come to years ago. Before he met Ellyse. Before he had gotten his power back. Beady eye blinks blearily around him. For a moment, a precious moment, the voices go silent. The ghosts fade. Magic still runs rampant here despite the changes of the land. Silent but not forgotten. He is still… Still except for the aching swirling in his chest.
And then the rage, constantly scorching the back of his throat as it tries to escape, explodes.
<b>”YOU TOOK IT! YOU TOOK IT!”</B> He screams at the rocky cliffs, the dark heavens above. To the hiding fairies and the Dark God that’s always watching. And then, just like he had that day before the deceitful lovers, he is tearing at the ugly X over his chest with his claws. Removing fur, flesh, blood. Exposing the layers of skin and sinew beneath, mad with his eternal pain. Mad with the sorrow of a broken heart he can’t even feel. <b>”GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK TO MEEEE!”</B> He howls, snarls, screams with bloody claws curled into fists at the sky. Give me back my miserable life. <i>GIVE ME BACK MY HEART.</I> </p></div><p class="Ledg7_quote">No sleep tonight<br> I'll keep driving down these dark highway lines</p></div></center>
@[Officials] @[Cassi]
Soooo Ledger would like his heart back please =D