02-01-2022, 03:49 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
”I didn’t act alone.”
He is silent as she speaks, trying to make sense of the riddle she had laid before him. Usually he was a fan of puzzles, of trying to figure out the clever twist. This time he is only frustrated and when she closes his eyes to him, there is anger radiating out of his own. There is something he is missing and it pisses him off to no end. What truth is she speaking of? The truth of the magic she had casted on them or the truth that had been staring them in the face since that storm in the meadow all those years ago?
He recalls standing on this bank with her, dried flecks of blood still clinging to his glittering coat and not knowing if it belonged to him, Gale, or Tantalize. He remembers looking at her and feeling so fucking tired. Tired in a way he had never felt before, a heaviness across his broad shoulders that he had never expected. Perhaps, for the first time, he had finally understood what Offspring had felt right before he had disappeared.
She looks back up at him and he glowers at her and it’s as if nothing had ever changed at all. But that wasn’t true either. Things had changed immensely, especially when it came to Cheri.
Obscene had given up at life at a young age. A Tephran Prince abandoned by his family with suddenly no purpose, no direction, no guidance, no magic… He had simply given up. It had been something that had infuriated Aela to no end. She could never understand his laziness, how he seemed to only do the bare minimum... If even that. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, that he didn’t have it in him somewhere. The only value he had ever had was in being a Prince, he knew how to rule and how to do it well, it had been the one thing his parents had managed to instill in him and taught him through the stories of their own successes and failures as rulers in their own right. It wasn’t that he couldn’t rise to the occasion, with or without magic… He just hated being different. Had hated being built up just to fall. Had hated feeling all the things he had been feeling and ending up entirely alone even when he had done everything right. So he simply quit. Quit caring, quit giving a fuck, quit trying to be someone. Quitting was easier. If he was going to be worthless anyways then why not just stop caring? If he could never be better than anyone, then it was easier to just be worse than them.
It had been working out just fine until he had met Cheri.
Since the moment he had seen her, that striking young girl that stood unwavering in the storm, he had known she was unstoppable. Every word he threw at her she took as a challenge. The more he pressed, the more she reacted. Their backgrounds couldn’t be more different and yet she broke barriers in a world he had come from and didn’t cower to anyone, least of all to the likes of him. How could anyone not look at her and admire her?
How could he not admire her without constantly being reminded of his own faults and weaknesses?
How could he not admire her, against his will, and hate her?
How could he not admire her and fall deeply in love with her?
She speaks of a parallel world, of a warning, and it’s all gibberish to him. What is clear though is what he remembers now. When he had stood there on the river, blood stained and weary, feeling overwhelmed by everything and everyone. Except for her. Looking at her was the only thing that seemed to make sense.
Years ago she had asked him if he had thought her beautiful and he had laughed and told her no. Back before his ears had elongated, before magic coursed through his veins, before he could no longer lie. He tilts his regal skull at her, red eyes now simmering with something hard to place, as he finally breaks the long stretch of silence with a question he had asked her so many times and that she had always deflected or refused to answer. His voice is low and rough, crimson eyes flashing. “Have I told you lately how vile you are?”
He is silent as she speaks, trying to make sense of the riddle she had laid before him. Usually he was a fan of puzzles, of trying to figure out the clever twist. This time he is only frustrated and when she closes his eyes to him, there is anger radiating out of his own. There is something he is missing and it pisses him off to no end. What truth is she speaking of? The truth of the magic she had casted on them or the truth that had been staring them in the face since that storm in the meadow all those years ago?
He recalls standing on this bank with her, dried flecks of blood still clinging to his glittering coat and not knowing if it belonged to him, Gale, or Tantalize. He remembers looking at her and feeling so fucking tired. Tired in a way he had never felt before, a heaviness across his broad shoulders that he had never expected. Perhaps, for the first time, he had finally understood what Offspring had felt right before he had disappeared.
She looks back up at him and he glowers at her and it’s as if nothing had ever changed at all. But that wasn’t true either. Things had changed immensely, especially when it came to Cheri.
Obscene had given up at life at a young age. A Tephran Prince abandoned by his family with suddenly no purpose, no direction, no guidance, no magic… He had simply given up. It had been something that had infuriated Aela to no end. She could never understand his laziness, how he seemed to only do the bare minimum... If even that. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, that he didn’t have it in him somewhere. The only value he had ever had was in being a Prince, he knew how to rule and how to do it well, it had been the one thing his parents had managed to instill in him and taught him through the stories of their own successes and failures as rulers in their own right. It wasn’t that he couldn’t rise to the occasion, with or without magic… He just hated being different. Had hated being built up just to fall. Had hated feeling all the things he had been feeling and ending up entirely alone even when he had done everything right. So he simply quit. Quit caring, quit giving a fuck, quit trying to be someone. Quitting was easier. If he was going to be worthless anyways then why not just stop caring? If he could never be better than anyone, then it was easier to just be worse than them.
It had been working out just fine until he had met Cheri.
Since the moment he had seen her, that striking young girl that stood unwavering in the storm, he had known she was unstoppable. Every word he threw at her she took as a challenge. The more he pressed, the more she reacted. Their backgrounds couldn’t be more different and yet she broke barriers in a world he had come from and didn’t cower to anyone, least of all to the likes of him. How could anyone not look at her and admire her?
How could he not admire her without constantly being reminded of his own faults and weaknesses?
How could he not admire her, against his will, and hate her?
How could he not admire her and fall deeply in love with her?
She speaks of a parallel world, of a warning, and it’s all gibberish to him. What is clear though is what he remembers now. When he had stood there on the river, blood stained and weary, feeling overwhelmed by everything and everyone. Except for her. Looking at her was the only thing that seemed to make sense.
Years ago she had asked him if he had thought her beautiful and he had laughed and told her no. Back before his ears had elongated, before magic coursed through his veins, before he could no longer lie. He tilts his regal skull at her, red eyes now simmering with something hard to place, as he finally breaks the long stretch of silence with a question he had asked her so many times and that she had always deflected or refused to answer. His voice is low and rough, crimson eyes flashing. “Have I told you lately how vile you are?”
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@Cheri
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