of recoil and grace

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[OPEN] of recoil and grace

Enna Posts: 172

Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE

Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels

#22

02-19-2017, 06:10 PM

caught in a dream i can feel but i can't leave

He agrees, and for moments you wait with shallow breaths, afraid that you have pushed him just far enough for him to break. Instead he moves from you, lowers himself to the Lord’s shoulder, and you wonder if this, in his death, is the closest that Erebos has ever been to him. You cannot deny the sense of pride that wakes within you, however smothered it is, however small, in the face of his bravery, his courage. You had only wept, only waited for someone else to come and fix, and left when you realized you were alone where he has risen, despite his anguish, despite being the only one left of his little family. Help me carry him, he asks, and few among the mass move to comply. There is a spark of anger in you, ignited by their refusal, the way that they have come with words and sentiment and yet they balk when they are asked for help, remain silent and still when they are asked to lay a King that had given them his life to dignified rest. You stifle a scoff, work to keep the disdain in the shadow of your heart from the drenched, heavy lines of your face, knowing that it is not the time, not the place, for argument or anger. You step backwards and away before finding yourself opposite to the young prince, to Lena and a man you don’t know, pressing yourself to the cold skin of your Lord’s chest, a shudder weaving its way along your spine, as if feeling him has made his death more concrete than it had been this entire time. Your lips tremble with a grief that is not entirely your own, and you swallow against it, looking to the boy that has known too much sorrow, too much death and darkness, waiting for him to forge ahead.

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