05-28-2018, 12:25 PM
Her tears are a knife at his gut – a twist of pain and remorse and he swallows hard. But the pain; wild and relentless is a welcome respite from the void that festers behind his sternum. The liquid-smoke of apathy that gushes through his blood like virulence. He has stumbled through life without her; bow-legged and worn, a sculpture of a man; the figure of defeat. Lost, lost, lost
She sculpted him once – took from him the terror and insecurities and here, buried within the soft slopes of her neck he can almost believe her capable of saving him again. How many times will you fail her? The thought rises like bile in his stomach, mingling with the pain and he grapples for the white of her shoulder. He is home, made crumbled by memory – he does not deserve her forgiveness.
”I let you down” he mumbles – into the virtuous-white of that very same shoulder. She is a vision – of biblical rapture – brought to life by his blindness and faith. His khol-black eyes find no flaw in her; his ears are deaf to her misdeeds. He is the storm; a shadow-snarl of thunder and unforgiving wind but in the wake of the dreamer’s watchful eye he is harmless. A trembling reprieve from the monsters panting doggedly at his heels.
”It wasn’t your fault.” He coos into her ear; and his voice is the calm that lulls the waves into cresting. Beneath the cloak of collected calm and glacial stillness she is a fire-blast of sorrow and guilt, and he wants to wipe the feelings of hurt away. His soul is a sprawling wound – thick with monsters and shadows and doubt, but her presence is the soothing kiss of a mother, and he wants her to know that whatever life she has led; whatever misdeed she has committed she is always enough for him.
”Hush” says the brother; sinner, monster, shadow ”You did what you could. You always did” and though his voice is trembling at the edges there is a smile there; hideous and broken but a smile nonetheless. ”I just want to know that you are alright – are you?
@[Kagerus]
She sculpted him once – took from him the terror and insecurities and here, buried within the soft slopes of her neck he can almost believe her capable of saving him again. How many times will you fail her? The thought rises like bile in his stomach, mingling with the pain and he grapples for the white of her shoulder. He is home, made crumbled by memory – he does not deserve her forgiveness.
”I let you down” he mumbles – into the virtuous-white of that very same shoulder. She is a vision – of biblical rapture – brought to life by his blindness and faith. His khol-black eyes find no flaw in her; his ears are deaf to her misdeeds. He is the storm; a shadow-snarl of thunder and unforgiving wind but in the wake of the dreamer’s watchful eye he is harmless. A trembling reprieve from the monsters panting doggedly at his heels.
”It wasn’t your fault.” He coos into her ear; and his voice is the calm that lulls the waves into cresting. Beneath the cloak of collected calm and glacial stillness she is a fire-blast of sorrow and guilt, and he wants to wipe the feelings of hurt away. His soul is a sprawling wound – thick with monsters and shadows and doubt, but her presence is the soothing kiss of a mother, and he wants her to know that whatever life she has led; whatever misdeed she has committed she is always enough for him.
”Hush” says the brother; sinner, monster, shadow ”You did what you could. You always did” and though his voice is trembling at the edges there is a smile there; hideous and broken but a smile nonetheless. ”I just want to know that you are alright – are you?
@[Kagerus]