Deimos the Reaper MASTER OF NOTHING PLACE, OF RECOIL AND GRACE
He was consumed, but not with hate, not with malice, not with contempt; only the most adhering of devotion and love, and it broke apart several of the icy walls fortifying his sinister, savage heart – beating a fine crescendo so it matched blossoms and singsong smiles. The Reaper forgot his indifferent mask and his nonchalant barbarity, his recherché reserve and stony fixtures, gazing down at the depths of his child’s existence and smiling, grinning, piecing together worn, torn columns and frameworks. His lips grazed over the crown of her head, pressed a kiss, a stroke, a caress, to the bits and pieces of forelock and parted mane, then along her cheek at the nestled tears, prying them away from view (tucking his behind his eyes, because they burrow at the back of his stare, burning and clawing) and only withdrew, stepped back, to gaze at her fully. Words, swirling as a tempest along his tongue and through the spring air, didn’t dare to break, but came together at the seams, illustrious, proud and strong. “I am glad to see you well.” He had so many more things to say, questions to unravel the void – but for once, he tried not to delve into ruin.
|
the end has no end
|
|||
08-23-2015, 06:27 AM
| |||
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
|
Messages In This Thread |
the end has no end - by Lothíriel - 08-19-2015, 02:55 PM
RE: the end has no end - by Roux - 08-19-2015, 03:57 PM
RE: the end has no end - by Deimos - 08-19-2015, 04:25 PM
RE: the end has no end - by Lothíriel - 08-21-2015, 07:38 AM
RE: the end has no end - by Roux - 08-22-2015, 02:34 PM
RE: the end has no end - by Deimos - 08-23-2015, 06:27 AM
RE: the end has no end - by Lothíriel - 08-30-2015, 12:17 PM
|