11-01-2016, 08:18 AM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Father.
The word reverberates through his core and claws deeply into his heart. He hasn’t heard that word in a while and that alone leaves a dip sting. His body quivers and his eyes tightly shut. Tiberios comes to mind, lying limp and maimed on the shore with the waves lapping at his tattered flesh. Tiphon remembers his son dead and remembers how the tragedy poisoned his mind. For weeks he was destroying himself physically and mentally, but his own magic would always replenish what he had lost.
But it could never erase the pain.
When his eyes open Tiphon immediately threads through the forest so that he may look upon the girl who uttered that one memorable word. He knows she isn’t his, but she is obviously someone’s daughter here on the island. ”Hello,” his mouth his dry and his eyes are searching hers. Her teal contrasts with his gold as they hold steadily for a juncture before he breaks the lingering silence. ”I’m Tiphon. Who is your father?” No one has yet stepped forward to confront her; she is alone, searching this island with hope gleaming in her eyes.
The word reverberates through his core and claws deeply into his heart. He hasn’t heard that word in a while and that alone leaves a dip sting. His body quivers and his eyes tightly shut. Tiberios comes to mind, lying limp and maimed on the shore with the waves lapping at his tattered flesh. Tiphon remembers his son dead and remembers how the tragedy poisoned his mind. For weeks he was destroying himself physically and mentally, but his own magic would always replenish what he had lost.
But it could never erase the pain.
When his eyes open Tiphon immediately threads through the forest so that he may look upon the girl who uttered that one memorable word. He knows she isn’t his, but she is obviously someone’s daughter here on the island. ”Hello,” his mouth his dry and his eyes are searching hers. Her teal contrasts with his gold as they hold steadily for a juncture before he breaks the lingering silence. ”I’m Tiphon. Who is your father?” No one has yet stepped forward to confront her; she is alone, searching this island with hope gleaming in her eyes.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION