Takei
“If you ever feel like it, you can find me in Ischia.”
Despite Takei’s stubbornness in his self-inflicted loneliness, his brother’s words echoed in his mind. They hadn’t just lingered among the corners of his brain for a few days; they had stayed there all through winter and into spring. Every morning and every evening he heard Trekori’s voice like a persistent drum-beat that wouldn’t end.
“If you ever feel like it, you can find me in Ischia.”
He wouldn’t have considered himself the type to get involved in kingdoms. He still doesn’t consider himself to fit in that sort of lifestyle even as his feet stop at the edge of Ischia’s border. Takei’s skeptic, glancing at the sporadic spread of islands. He glances down at his shadow on the sand — at the bulk of his body (just because he’s alone doesn’t mean he’s not fit) and the long, sharp horns that project from the mess of his mane. They’re a constant reminder of what he had lost over a year ago.
A sharp pain jabs at his chest and Takei lets out a heavy sigh. It’s one filled with regret and grief even now. While the island may be fading from his mind — and Orion with it — the ache of his sadness still clings to the blood in his vessels. The blood and ivory raises his head to examine his surroundings again, quiet against the rush of the beach.
Despite Takei’s stubbornness in his self-inflicted loneliness, his brother’s words echoed in his mind. They hadn’t just lingered among the corners of his brain for a few days; they had stayed there all through winter and into spring. Every morning and every evening he heard Trekori’s voice like a persistent drum-beat that wouldn’t end.
“If you ever feel like it, you can find me in Ischia.”
He wouldn’t have considered himself the type to get involved in kingdoms. He still doesn’t consider himself to fit in that sort of lifestyle even as his feet stop at the edge of Ischia’s border. Takei’s skeptic, glancing at the sporadic spread of islands. He glances down at his shadow on the sand — at the bulk of his body (just because he’s alone doesn’t mean he’s not fit) and the long, sharp horns that project from the mess of his mane. They’re a constant reminder of what he had lost over a year ago.
A sharp pain jabs at his chest and Takei lets out a heavy sigh. It’s one filled with regret and grief even now. While the island may be fading from his mind — and Orion with it — the ache of his sadness still clings to the blood in his vessels. The blood and ivory raises his head to examine his surroundings again, quiet against the rush of the beach.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Brennen] @[Trekori]