06-22-2018, 06:58 PM
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He is made and unmade under the gold of her eyes. He is drowning, always drowning, but there in the infinity-depths of her gaze he can almost see the shoreline. Khaedrik is an ocean of tumultuous darkness; he is flotsam in a sea of monsters. Her affection is both benediction and a knife at his gut. He knows he must leave her again – for it is his curse. Khaedrik is a ghost – a half-nightmare and there is shadowsong humming with the beat of his heart. She belongs to him just as much as she belongs to this world and his shadows croon against the steady pulse of her throat. They would swallow her, had he let them, take her with them to that other place, the place she visits only in dreams. But he knows she does not belong there, not fully. Khaedrik has walked too long with shadows that he has unknowingly become one – but she, she is still real, made of flesh and bone and dreams.
”I love you, too” they whisper; the boy and his coiling darkness, a susurrus of torment behind the syrup-sweet words. He turns away from her then, briefly, for he thinks he might break if he stares into those eyes much longer. His heart – torn from its place in his chest and cast out to sea where those hungry, hungry monsters wait – trembles with the impact. He wants to sink into the depth of her gaze, beg her to show him dreams of hope and sun-bright future like she did when he was a kid but his eyes are clouded with shadows and doubt.
”Tell me more about your life” he begs instead, ridden by sudden clarity. ”Have you seen….. a pause, swift, but there ”Mom and dad?” He knows he will not see them, not this time. He cannot bear to look into his mother’s fearful eyes. He is the monster, the aberration, the constant disappointment. Plain Insignificance never understood Khaedrik and his tragedy. He is the long, black shadow at her feet. Riot-black and heartache and he knows better than to prod at healing wounds. The shadows sigh around them, made restless and distempered by the rift in his soul.
”I tried…” he stops – wordless. She had always been easier for them to love and understand, even in the wake of her disasters. Not Khaedrik - shadow-spun and hollow-eyed - the shard of glass cutting spiderweb-cracks across their hearts.
Khaedrik has ever been destined to tear apart their world.
@[Kagerus] Sorry this took forever to write <3
He is made and unmade under the gold of her eyes. He is drowning, always drowning, but there in the infinity-depths of her gaze he can almost see the shoreline. Khaedrik is an ocean of tumultuous darkness; he is flotsam in a sea of monsters. Her affection is both benediction and a knife at his gut. He knows he must leave her again – for it is his curse. Khaedrik is a ghost – a half-nightmare and there is shadowsong humming with the beat of his heart. She belongs to him just as much as she belongs to this world and his shadows croon against the steady pulse of her throat. They would swallow her, had he let them, take her with them to that other place, the place she visits only in dreams. But he knows she does not belong there, not fully. Khaedrik has walked too long with shadows that he has unknowingly become one – but she, she is still real, made of flesh and bone and dreams.
”I love you, too” they whisper; the boy and his coiling darkness, a susurrus of torment behind the syrup-sweet words. He turns away from her then, briefly, for he thinks he might break if he stares into those eyes much longer. His heart – torn from its place in his chest and cast out to sea where those hungry, hungry monsters wait – trembles with the impact. He wants to sink into the depth of her gaze, beg her to show him dreams of hope and sun-bright future like she did when he was a kid but his eyes are clouded with shadows and doubt.
”Tell me more about your life” he begs instead, ridden by sudden clarity. ”Have you seen….. a pause, swift, but there ”Mom and dad?” He knows he will not see them, not this time. He cannot bear to look into his mother’s fearful eyes. He is the monster, the aberration, the constant disappointment. Plain Insignificance never understood Khaedrik and his tragedy. He is the long, black shadow at her feet. Riot-black and heartache and he knows better than to prod at healing wounds. The shadows sigh around them, made restless and distempered by the rift in his soul.
”I tried…” he stops – wordless. She had always been easier for them to love and understand, even in the wake of her disasters. Not Khaedrik - shadow-spun and hollow-eyed - the shard of glass cutting spiderweb-cracks across their hearts.
Khaedrik has ever been destined to tear apart their world.
@[Kagerus] Sorry this took forever to write <3