04-23-2015, 03:10 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
He comes, he orbits - but she allows it. Perhaps, in her unremarkableness, she is not in fact the sun he orbits, but the empty space which they all exist within. Perhaps she is the void, and he's simply realized her existence. Despite her golden skin, her insides much surely be black; not only like the nothingness around the stars, but rivers at midnight. Surely she is more than less, an eternity so long it simply doesn't exist. For if a river runs forever, surely it has never run at all. If she is infinite, then all that is, truly is not.
"Cordis doesn't think so." He says blankly, staring into her eyes, staring into her. "You need to remind Cordis." He's careful to use her name at every opportunity, to drown the nameless woman memories. "Cordis wouldn't listen to me - to anyone..." He takes a small step towards her, a small step closer to eternal nothingness. "...But you aren't just anyone, if your name belongs to her." His name belongs only to himself - to fathom any different brings a crease to his youthful brow. But age isn't shown on skin, but in eyes. And this woman, she seems both ancient and ageless. An infinity of emptiness.
"Why then does Cordis's name not belong to you?" He breathes, shivering in the cool of the night, in the closeness of her skin. "How - what did you do to lost the Lightning?" Curiosity burns inside of him - ironic, considering that she drenches him with her liquid sadness. "If Cordis had been mine, I would never have let go." A small, cruel smile twists his dark lips. He is not infinite, and he wants answers, no matter the means he must use to get them. "But I suppose that it wasn't you who chose to release Cordis. Exterior influence, perhaps?"
"Cordis doesn't think so." He says blankly, staring into her eyes, staring into her. "You need to remind Cordis." He's careful to use her name at every opportunity, to drown the nameless woman memories. "Cordis wouldn't listen to me - to anyone..." He takes a small step towards her, a small step closer to eternal nothingness. "...But you aren't just anyone, if your name belongs to her." His name belongs only to himself - to fathom any different brings a crease to his youthful brow. But age isn't shown on skin, but in eyes. And this woman, she seems both ancient and ageless. An infinity of emptiness.
"Why then does Cordis's name not belong to you?" He breathes, shivering in the cool of the night, in the closeness of her skin. "How - what did you do to lost the Lightning?" Curiosity burns inside of him - ironic, considering that she drenches him with her liquid sadness. "If Cordis had been mine, I would never have let go." A small, cruel smile twists his dark lips. He is not infinite, and he wants answers, no matter the means he must use to get them. "But I suppose that it wasn't you who chose to release Cordis. Exterior influence, perhaps?"
Nihlus
rain manipulating rabbit son of Sinder & Noori
