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I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Joscelin - 11-10-2018 I need that fire just to know that I'm awake She feels lost. Not turned around, like the wood had become twisted or the stars are unfamiliar. No, she feels like pieces of herself are missing. Like there is more out there, waiting for her, if only she could find it. But she cannot seem to, no matter how she searches. Joscelin @[Tiphon] RE: I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Tiphon - 11-13-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
Lost and alone. Yes, Tiphon is very much familiar with both. The void from which he was awoken had affected him in both ways. It provided a solitude that he couldn’t escape from until that strange voice stirred him. Somehow, it opened his eyes and guided him toward a faraway light that provided him an escape. Ever since leaving, he has still been lost and alone. Tiphon, the voice had named him. Infection and Starlace are his parents. Candle is his twin. And Ischia. Somehow, he remembers the island but nothing more. What life he may have had prior is lost to him. It would not have been so bad had he not been recognized. To see Wallace’s face, so bitter with an underlying look of hurt, pained him in a way he never anticipated. It meant there had been a life, a history, long forgotten. It made him deeply wonder if he had experienced love or fatherhood. Did he have grandchildren? An entire family and home? The possibility stabs a knife into his heart as he meanders through the forest. His eyes, cloaked by his forelock, stare in a thoughtless haze, clouded by his ignorance. There is no end goal of his wanderings, no destination to guide him. Alone, Tiphon loses himself until there is a body suddenly in his path, a girl that stares longingly into the towering forest. A magnetism draws him to her, but he doesn’t quite know why. It could easily just be the sight of something beautiful in a world so destroyed. ”Hello,” he begins, his voice husky and thick in his throat. He tries to conceal the febrile symptoms as heat rises through his body. ”A plague,” he looks around them solemnly, ”who would have thought.” Casual small talk with a stranger. If only he knew this was his beautiful daughter, a piece of his heart. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Joscelin] RE: I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Joscelin - 11-16-2018 I need that fire just to know that I'm awake She wonders if these woods speak to others in the way that they speak to her. Whispering dark secrets she cannot hope to understand. She should be able to, she thinks. She should know what they are saying. But her ever seeking mind cannot seem to quite fit those pieces together, the broken and jagged edges refusing to mesh. As incomplete as her own skin. Joscelin RE: I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Tiphon - 11-26-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
He sees the light peeking through, tracing a line down her body. Starlight, he tells himself before peering up at the sky and noting how slowly the sun is beginning to set. The sky is smeared with red, orange, and yellow. There, over in the distance, he can see a hint of lavender kissing a cloud as the horizon beckons the sun ever nearer. It holds his attention briefly because he is looking at the girl again, deciding whether he wants to smile or frown. ”You’re like a star wanting to burst free,” his voice is gentle in the silence around them, as though he holds secrets that no one can ever know. His molten eyes are bright, almost as stark as the light she emanates. ”Quite a sight,” he adds, deciding to smile and take a more uplifting route. She is a beautiful star, he thought, or she is broken. With so much heartbreak and destruction surrounding them, Tiphon attempts to take hold of anything and everything optimistic. It does nothing to shroud himself in a similar darkness that Beqanna now faces. He wants to help heal, not destroy. Little by little, he brings light to strangers’ eyes. It’s the least he can try doing in such turmoil. ”Yes,” his confirmation is almost painful to say, like it’s himself hurting with Beqanna – like this plague is eating away at him instead of the trees and soil and grass. The forest is naked, barren. The pines and leaves have all fallen unnaturally, and the bark peels uncomfortably. Gnarled branches reach for them like dead fingers. He offers a sideways glance, but nothing has changed. ”You have to be careful,” little does he know how prominent the contagion is and how he is carrying it in his own body. He advises others to flee, to stay safe, when he himself faces the danger. In front of her, with the infection only just beginning within him, he is simply fatigued. The blood wants to dribble from his nose, but not yet. It will in due time. Everything will fall apart in due time. Swallowing, he leaks his own magic through him so that the exhaustion can wash away and abandon his muscles. He is fighting the sickness he doesn’t realize he has. And he nods empathetically, a lopsided grin lifting a corner of his mouth. ”I have as well,” absent, that is, and like her, he was tossed into the madness. ”I’ve only just arrived, I feel. I’ve heard plague, but I know little more. The absolute cure is out of our hands.” He is limited in what he can do, but he doesn’t yet offer himself to her. She still looks so healthy, untouched by the epidemic. ”I’m Tiphon, and what is your name, starchild?” He more broadly smiles now, picturing her as a beautiful star. How blessed is he to be with her, in this moment, even as the world around them dies. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Joscelin] RE: I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Joscelin - 11-29-2018 I need that fire just to know that I'm awake You’re like a star wanting to burst free. Joscelin RE: I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Tiphon - 12-17-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
”You’re beautiful like one!” His voice is exuberant, planting life into Joscelin’s uncertainty as she looks over her shoulder to observe the cracks jaggedly tracing down her body. ”Reality here is keeping you trapped – maybe even warping your memory, like me!” But Tiphon knows he isn’t a star; he is something else, something foreign to the eyes of this Beqanna. There have been others who stare at him as though he doesn’t belong, like he is a transcended ethereal being. But then there have been others who perceive him as familiar, as someone who has played a role in Beqanna’s rebirth. Like Joscelin, he is lost. ”A pleasure to meet you,” if only he realized that this is his daughter, that she is another piece of his soul that he has forgotten in the madness. He would embrace her if he could and reassure her that everything will be okay, but alas, they haven’t met, it seems. They do not recognize each other – not like Wallace recognized him – and so the possibilities are drained from his reeling thoughts so that he may finally answer her questions that rest idle in the space between them. ”No, it isn’t safe,” his voice lowers as though the disease will find them by sound alone rather than by the air they breathe. ”But,” he adds as she wonders where he lives, ”I have a home that is safe from this epidemic. I can take you there, my star, and hopefully keep you safe from this awful plague.” Unfortunately, he has risked his own wellbeing by abandoning its shores to venture the mainland, but his symptoms are suppressed by his own magic swimming through his veins. ”The Island Resort, it is called. Join me. There is a woman there that recognizes me from years ago and a grandson of mine I didn’t know existed. Maybe they can help you, too.” Maybe their puzzle pieces can find each other, little by little. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Joscelin] Sorry for the wait! RE: I feel it running through my veins; Tiphon - Joscelin - 12-29-2018 I need that fire just to know that I'm awake You’re beautiful like one! Joscelin |