THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
He is moving down the coast on the opposite side of the channel, sand and salt coating his hair as it lay in tangled dreads around his wrinkled face. He is squinting hansome hazel eyes against the bright sun, looking at it through his thick dark lashes. He shakes his body, lithe and athletic. He is grown, albeit young, and his devil-may-care look shows he is from some place not of the mainland. Born and raised in Ischia, away from the politics and the drama. He rode the waves, and the rusty sound of his voice was only mirrored in the rust color that patterned his legs and face. Thick streaks of silver patterned in his hair, and it was the son of Deimos and Ea who had decided long ago that he would break the mold. Where his mother cared too much about things that it had driven her and his twin sister away from the rest of life—even more isolated than Grim had chosen to be.
But, in his own hypocrisy, he had bolted. Given the right big fuck you to his family, and had gone off on his own, growing up in the privacy of his own thought, developing a point of view on life that was very different than the way his mother had taught him to be. She had said he was the son of Ramiel, come to visit her in the midst of her dreams. But there was a darkness in him that always made him wonder.
Always made him yearn.
A growl settles in his throat as he curls a dissatisfied lip at the island behind him. Good riddance if he never saw it again. Turned away from the ocean, he looks at the copse of trees. He follows them down to a River. Settling with a thick step that flashes the line of his flank, he lowers his head to partake of food and drink. His thoughts are blank, only focused on what is before him.
A solitary pirate. A devil, and an angel.
But, in his own hypocrisy, he had bolted. Given the right big fuck you to his family, and had gone off on his own, growing up in the privacy of his own thought, developing a point of view on life that was very different than the way his mother had taught him to be. She had said he was the son of Ramiel, come to visit her in the midst of her dreams. But there was a darkness in him that always made him wonder.
Always made him yearn.
A growl settles in his throat as he curls a dissatisfied lip at the island behind him. Good riddance if he never saw it again. Turned away from the ocean, he looks at the copse of trees. He follows them down to a River. Settling with a thick step that flashes the line of his flank, he lowers his head to partake of food and drink. His thoughts are blank, only focused on what is before him.
A solitary pirate. A devil, and an angel.
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure