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the sword in the darkness; jassal pony - Warden - 09-29-2018 -- warden @[Jassal] <3 RE: the sword in the darkness; jassal pony - Samael - 10-05-2018 i don't want anything from her
The day always finds him passed out beneath some tree, legs sprawled out like he hasn’t got any sense as to how he’s supposed to sleep. It’s late afternoon when his eyes open to the sounds of cicadas. He’s not immortal, he thinks, but death doesn’t come for him regardless. Bullshit, he thinks. Samael always finds himself wandering to the edge of some cliff and daring the wind the push him over or for the ground to crumble beneath him. He hasn’t got the nerve to just jump and do it himself. But why? He’s asked himself that same question a hundred times but the answer is like trying to remember an old dream.except her red apple heart. something i can bite into quickly without making a mess. He staggers up and shakes the dried grass from his face before he wanders to the river. The water is so cold compared to the humid summer air and it almost hurts to drink so much. Samael dips his face and exhales through his nostrils to keep the water out before he lifts his dripping head. His dull brown eyes drift lazily to the boy standing at the curve up ahead and he considers some awful trick to terrify him. But he resists. They all have enough to fear as it is. The imp wanders along the water’s edge until he’s close enough to make out the finer details of the stranger. Their horns are similar, he thinks, though his twist unlike anything of this awful world and bend sharply back. The little tuft at the end of Samael’s tail flicks back and forth, back and forth like a cat spotting a bug. There is nothing violent or hungry to him – not for now, anyway. “How long have you been watching your reflection?” he asks as a smile relaxes across his face. His voice is warm and yet it is not inviting. It delights in something unseen, something not apparent to anyone except the imp. He steps closer until his cloven hooves sink beneath the surface of the slow-moving river and the fish scatter from him frantically. Samael is careless with his movements and each step fights the current rather than easing through it. SAMAEL when i close my eyes, i'm a statue that she wants to run her tongue over. when i close my eyes, i cut it off and keep it. RE: the sword in the darkness; jassal pony - Warden - 10-06-2018 -- warden @[Samael] RE: the sword in the darkness; jassal pony - Samael - 10-11-2018 i don't want anything from her
Always, his mind dreams of destruction and ruin, like some discordant lullaby that soothes only him. Warden’s wings remind him of the stories his mother used to tell him, of angels and demons and how the two would always fight for the fate of the world. Is Warden an angel then? Isn’t Samael the demon? There are thoughts of plucking the wings from him and laughing at the awful cosmic joke but he refrains. His mother is dead and her stories have ended, he reminds himself. Everyone he’s ever known is long gone.except her red apple heart. something i can bite into quickly without making a mess. He is alone. Samael tilts his head at the boy’s response and his head turns just a little too far. (An illusion, a lie. An exaggeration of what he can truly do.) He’s dead behind the eyes, he’s been told. His gaze is empty and it inspires a sense of unease in others that he sometimes wishes he could stop. But he wasn’t made for comforting others or soothing tired minds. No, he damned kindness and love years ago and got these gifts in exchange. “How strange, you are,” he says with something like a laugh but from someone who never learned joy. “What’s your name? Mine’s Samael.” And then he’s holding his head normally again. His eyes wander back to those wings and he wonders what it’s like to fly. Samael can almost feel the winds on his face and imagine the world from so far above, where he’d like to be. To escape all the woes and troubles of this world for just a while before he came back down. Maybe the landing would snap his neck and end his servitude. “So if not your reflection, then what do you watch?” He steps closer, finally bringing his gaze to Warden’s face. There is a wing length between them now as he circles him, tail still swinging back and forth like a perfect pendulum. SAMAEL when i close my eyes, i'm a statue that she wants to run her tongue over. when i close my eyes, i cut it off and keep it. |