11-25-2017, 07:27 PM
.Corvus.
(yes, I am alone)
but then again, I always was. as far back as I can tell.
but then again, I always was. as far back as I can tell.
Everything he had known, and everything he had loved had gone away.
Time moved forward effortlessly, without fanfare and without any consideration as to whom it affected – or how. But with each fleeting season (frigid, unforgiving winter to blistering, scorching summer), the emptiness that had once started as a small seedling had become a gaping black hole, threatening to consume the hollowness of his chest with each feeble beat of his heart. His mother, his father, his brother – all of them had abandoned him; seeing him as lesser somehow, he is certain. Each suffered from delusions of grandeur, and he wanted no part. He did not yearn for destruction, nor for bloodshed, as such longing seemed to linger within their own soiled, bitter veins. He cared little for power, and it had made him seem weak. Pathetic.
Less than.
Never enough.
The hollowness never faded, but in time, the ache did – buried somewhere deep within, hidden behind unwavering stoicism, evident even as his gilded legs carry him to the call that echoed freely throughout the land. It does not take him long to find the source, though there had been little doubt in his mind as to whom it was - Amet, the caretaker (the dragon King) of Hyaline. The one who allowed him to stay, who accepted him as he was for who he was, even when his mother – when his brother could not. There was little left for him in the world, so what little he could give, he gave all to Hyaline.
When Amet utters the name of his successor, pale, youthful and spry (not unlike himself – he, too, is young, with the lines of his masculine features finally shaking away its boyish charm), he is in awe – but unblinking, his face hardly flinching. His gaze searches the soft and feminine jawline of Solace, and the kindness in her eyes – soulful. A dreamer, Amet said, and he can see it in the gleam hidden between pupil and iris. Quietly, his head is lowered, while the golden flecks of his hazel eyes search hers, forcing a smile to his dark emerald lips.
”Corvus. I am here to serve Hyaline, and thus, I am here to serve you, Queen Solace.”
Whatever doubt threatened to surface within his mind was swallowed whole.
His trust had been placed in Amet, and thus, his trust would be placed in Solace.
Come what may.
Time moved forward effortlessly, without fanfare and without any consideration as to whom it affected – or how. But with each fleeting season (frigid, unforgiving winter to blistering, scorching summer), the emptiness that had once started as a small seedling had become a gaping black hole, threatening to consume the hollowness of his chest with each feeble beat of his heart. His mother, his father, his brother – all of them had abandoned him; seeing him as lesser somehow, he is certain. Each suffered from delusions of grandeur, and he wanted no part. He did not yearn for destruction, nor for bloodshed, as such longing seemed to linger within their own soiled, bitter veins. He cared little for power, and it had made him seem weak. Pathetic.
Less than.
Never enough.
The hollowness never faded, but in time, the ache did – buried somewhere deep within, hidden behind unwavering stoicism, evident even as his gilded legs carry him to the call that echoed freely throughout the land. It does not take him long to find the source, though there had been little doubt in his mind as to whom it was - Amet, the caretaker (the dragon King) of Hyaline. The one who allowed him to stay, who accepted him as he was for who he was, even when his mother – when his brother could not. There was little left for him in the world, so what little he could give, he gave all to Hyaline.
When Amet utters the name of his successor, pale, youthful and spry (not unlike himself – he, too, is young, with the lines of his masculine features finally shaking away its boyish charm), he is in awe – but unblinking, his face hardly flinching. His gaze searches the soft and feminine jawline of Solace, and the kindness in her eyes – soulful. A dreamer, Amet said, and he can see it in the gleam hidden between pupil and iris. Quietly, his head is lowered, while the golden flecks of his hazel eyes search hers, forcing a smile to his dark emerald lips.
”Corvus. I am here to serve Hyaline, and thus, I am here to serve you, Queen Solace.”
Whatever doubt threatened to surface within his mind was swallowed whole.
His trust had been placed in Amet, and thus, his trust would be placed in Solace.
Come what may.
I think maybe it's because you were never really real to begin with.
(I just made you up to hurt myself)
(I just made you up to hurt myself)