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04-23-2016, 05:32 PM
The boy laughed, it was so easy to do with Rikyn, with his companion from birth, because their promises had always been the same. They cherished adventure, thought to see the world, intending to drive it apart together, and the conviction still remained, even as they aged, even as they disappeared into shadows and sunlight. Whether Rikyn’s ambitions had ever altered, changed, morphed, were unknown and foreign to Erebos – but he valued the other lad all the same. “I’ve never been to the Falls,” he winked, on a dare, on a whim of audacity, on those strands of boldness alive and well in his chest, in his legs, in his skin since his birth. The relish of freedom simmered and danced on his tongue, within his movements, so that he nearly bounced off the walls in pure, silly, stupid ebullience, all boy again instead of peering along the threshold of manhood. He forgot consequences and dove into impulses, mercurial regards and whimsical diatribes, as if the world was still just theirs for the taking, lying in wait until they snagged and clenched and grasped. Maybe they could even pull Aithniel into their midst again, forget she’d been chosen as a God’s daughter, pretend they were mere morsels and specks against the sky, chasing after prospects and chances instead of ghosts, phantoms, and revenge.
There was no resentment in his blood, in his thoughts, over his disappeared friend constantly vanishing and returning. Instead, its like a long-withered dream come true, partially, because Rikyn existed on this plain, here, tangible, real, and he didn’t have to wallow on the Sun God’s words to let things go, to cease harking back to the past because there was nothing he could hold onto there…the realms eroded, shifted, transformed, but not Rikyn and Erebos. Together, they were invincible. Together, they were a force. Together, they were tried and true beacons of an impending, greater age – when the world would harken at their beck and call, when empires would be crushed under the weight of their power, sway, and might.
“I’ve been here a couple times,” he voiced aloud to a question not asked. Once had been to cook for a turkey, and even now the notion seemed absurd (especially while the feathers remained hidden, tucked away for some random occasion), and another had been amidst the murders, speculating, pondering, wondering how and why someone could obliterate others. Sadly, he understood it now. “But maybe I was drawn here to see you too.” He winked again, segmenting his entire gaze on the Engineer’s child. He’s not embarrassed, or ashamed, to adore, revere, or esteem the other – he’s simply glad to be with him again, no matter the rhyme or reason.
Another offer was extended thereafter, as if they needed a notion for violence, for vehemence, for pilfering away from emotions and silliness – he gladly accepted the moment, the ringing of movement, of motion, of testing the limits of their power and seeing just how far the other had come. “Sure!” Then he narrowed his eyes, suddenly eager, ready, for the fray, breathing in plumes of disaster and ruin, pondering the lengths in which the other would go (he was one the scion, the prince, would never think to ruin).
There was no resentment in his blood, in his thoughts, over his disappeared friend constantly vanishing and returning. Instead, its like a long-withered dream come true, partially, because Rikyn existed on this plain, here, tangible, real, and he didn’t have to wallow on the Sun God’s words to let things go, to cease harking back to the past because there was nothing he could hold onto there…the realms eroded, shifted, transformed, but not Rikyn and Erebos. Together, they were invincible. Together, they were a force. Together, they were tried and true beacons of an impending, greater age – when the world would harken at their beck and call, when empires would be crushed under the weight of their power, sway, and might.
“I’ve been here a couple times,” he voiced aloud to a question not asked. Once had been to cook for a turkey, and even now the notion seemed absurd (especially while the feathers remained hidden, tucked away for some random occasion), and another had been amidst the murders, speculating, pondering, wondering how and why someone could obliterate others. Sadly, he understood it now. “But maybe I was drawn here to see you too.” He winked again, segmenting his entire gaze on the Engineer’s child. He’s not embarrassed, or ashamed, to adore, revere, or esteem the other – he’s simply glad to be with him again, no matter the rhyme or reason.
Another offer was extended thereafter, as if they needed a notion for violence, for vehemence, for pilfering away from emotions and silliness – he gladly accepted the moment, the ringing of movement, of motion, of testing the limits of their power and seeing just how far the other had come. “Sure!” Then he narrowed his eyes, suddenly eager, ready, for the fray, breathing in plumes of disaster and ruin, pondering the lengths in which the other would go (he was one the scion, the prince, would never think to ruin).
Erebos
i have nothing, but then the have is not as good as the want
@Rikyn
