…so, eventually. Here we were, surrounded by snow and ice that curved above us, a vault of blue that encased us in frost and echoes. I’m 0-3, Pa. Then I suggest you change that. There was a beauty in his words. It was a garbled beauty, black and barbed, dangerous to touch and awful to spew from your mouth cuz it scratched you on its way out. But it was a beauty anyway and I latched onto its painful husk gladly, willingly, a hook I had needed in the line to salvation. We can't afford to fuck this up. So it wasn’t even an option. I stood there in the ankle-deep snowdrift, you perched on my poll while my shoulders were adorned with the rust-kissed blades of a sword I had dug from a glacier some time ago—seasons, seasons had passed, the wheel turning even though there was still so much bloodshed hidden by the new snowfall of a brand-new year. A brand-new era of bloodshed. A brand-new era of more frost, more snowfall. A year since my previous disaster, that shadow I had let slip passed my grasp and into the throat of my Toto—a loss laid to rest, but a scar that I still picked at from time to time, the scab too large to peel off just yet. The beauty in his words gripped me with purpose—clear-cut and golden, cuz lord knows I wouldn’t have achieved this focus on my own. My head was a mess by itself, a catastrophe of nightmares and blue eyes and golden locks and the burning, burning question, why Pa, why did you— --but no. That’s not why I was here. I was here for other things. (Eyes of red) And maybe one day all that black shit would spew from my head and my heart and my mouth and I would lay it at my father’s feet and dare the bastard to turn his cheek away— --but not now. That’s not why I was here. My breath frosted around me, clouds of smoke drifting on either side of me as I stood in the pale, translucent shadow of an icy arch. I sighed; I rolled my shoulders, and rusted metal jostled around, a discordant melody in the din. You fluttered on my head; your wings spread and you snapped at the air, gripping my mane tightly with your talons. There were no questions, now. You were just ready alongside me. “…Pa,” I spoke—my voice pouncing off of ice, back at me, into the air, traveling down, down, down the corridor and laying itself into the softness of snow. “Here I am.” @[Random Event] @[Knox]--when you're ready! |
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