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rainbowfic2015-01-24 03:09 am
crossfortune) wrote in rainbowfic2015-01-24 03:09 am
Entry tags:
deep as you go;
Name: Mischa
Story: tales from the drowned world
Colors: white opal (stream of consciousness), dove grey ( It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow), halloween orange (Our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost, but we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost)
Supplies and Styles: charcoal, canvas, fingerpainting
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: one-sided incest (tagged to be safe, though they're distant cousins), obsessive one-sided love, completely unhealthy relationships
Summary: Symeon of House Valeth was the only scion of the House of Shadows ever struck from the House rolls for being a traitor. Just what was he thinking? Also an object lesson in why obsessive one-sided love is strongly discouraged in their society.
Notes: ...I have no idea what I was doing with this. Takes place thirteen years pre-main story: the attempted summoning mentioned is the same one that Kyrion stopped.
Come here, cousin. Closer, sweet cousin, my sweet, clever, sharp-tongued cousin who watches shadows and sees almost everything. You don’t see me, but you never saw me like I wanted you to see me. I wish everything had been different. I wish-
I’m so sorry. So very, very sorry. I would have kept you safe, even though you wouldn’t have wanted me to: only the prettiest of cages for you, my darling, my love. I would have, I would have- I never wanted this to happen. But you wouldn’t understand. Can’t understand. You don’t hear Him like I do. Cannot hear Him like I do, and never will. And I’m glad, for He would have broken you, just like He broke me.
There are so many things that I never understood, before I heard His voice, whispering, whispering, whispering, dreaming and whispering. They’re right, all the priests and rules we learned as children: He calls to us, to me and everyone like me, who love and love and cannot let go, will not let go, even if - always if - (the one they love will never love them the way they want). I was afraid, at first, when He spoke to me, but I cannot remember anymore why I was.
The sea is wide and deep and dark, but all He wants is to be loved: that was all He wanted from his children, all He asked, to love Him best, and they didn’t. They loved us instead, and that is why he drowned the world. Broken promises and broken commandments, and the rhythm of the tide, and He asks for nothing more than to be loved.
I spent too much time looking into shadows - not yours, but beyond yours, searching for answers and questions, and see the truth, of the world that He had wanted to make, which is nothing like the one we have..There are others like me who have seen it. Our world is broken: our world is flawed. There isn’t any way to fix it, but to bring it back to the beginning.
Closer, sweet cousin. Just a bit closer. We have almost everything we need. His child: blood runs true and blood will tell, blood will be close enough for the summoning. Closer, closer still. We’re only missing one thing, one and one alone. Don’t scream: you’re small, always been small, but I can’t carry you and run.
I wouldn’t hurt you if it didn’t have to be this way. If it didn’t have to be. A living record of what this world was meant to be. What it should have been. Etched into skin, into bone, into blood. Of secrets and shadows and time, a child of the crossroads, and my blood is too weak, and I was never a twin. I’m sorry. This was never supposed to- You were never supposed to-
Time is as short as life is limited. You always were the better prophet, you and your twin sister, and now a storm is coming. I wish things had been different. I wish everything had been different, I wish-
I wish you’d loved me, Myca.
Story: tales from the drowned world
Colors: white opal (stream of consciousness), dove grey ( It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow), halloween orange (Our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost, but we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost)
Supplies and Styles: charcoal, canvas, fingerpainting
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: one-sided incest (tagged to be safe, though they're distant cousins), obsessive one-sided love, completely unhealthy relationships
Summary: Symeon of House Valeth was the only scion of the House of Shadows ever struck from the House rolls for being a traitor. Just what was he thinking? Also an object lesson in why obsessive one-sided love is strongly discouraged in their society.
Notes: ...I have no idea what I was doing with this. Takes place thirteen years pre-main story: the attempted summoning mentioned is the same one that Kyrion stopped.
Come here, cousin. Closer, sweet cousin, my sweet, clever, sharp-tongued cousin who watches shadows and sees almost everything. You don’t see me, but you never saw me like I wanted you to see me. I wish everything had been different. I wish-
I’m so sorry. So very, very sorry. I would have kept you safe, even though you wouldn’t have wanted me to: only the prettiest of cages for you, my darling, my love. I would have, I would have- I never wanted this to happen. But you wouldn’t understand. Can’t understand. You don’t hear Him like I do. Cannot hear Him like I do, and never will. And I’m glad, for He would have broken you, just like He broke me.
There are so many things that I never understood, before I heard His voice, whispering, whispering, whispering, dreaming and whispering. They’re right, all the priests and rules we learned as children: He calls to us, to me and everyone like me, who love and love and cannot let go, will not let go, even if - always if - (the one they love will never love them the way they want). I was afraid, at first, when He spoke to me, but I cannot remember anymore why I was.
The sea is wide and deep and dark, but all He wants is to be loved: that was all He wanted from his children, all He asked, to love Him best, and they didn’t. They loved us instead, and that is why he drowned the world. Broken promises and broken commandments, and the rhythm of the tide, and He asks for nothing more than to be loved.
I spent too much time looking into shadows - not yours, but beyond yours, searching for answers and questions, and see the truth, of the world that He had wanted to make, which is nothing like the one we have..There are others like me who have seen it. Our world is broken: our world is flawed. There isn’t any way to fix it, but to bring it back to the beginning.
Closer, sweet cousin. Just a bit closer. We have almost everything we need. His child: blood runs true and blood will tell, blood will be close enough for the summoning. Closer, closer still. We’re only missing one thing, one and one alone. Don’t scream: you’re small, always been small, but I can’t carry you and run.
I wouldn’t hurt you if it didn’t have to be this way. If it didn’t have to be. A living record of what this world was meant to be. What it should have been. Etched into skin, into bone, into blood. Of secrets and shadows and time, a child of the crossroads, and my blood is too weak, and I was never a twin. I’m sorry. This was never supposed to- You were never supposed to-
Time is as short as life is limited. You always were the better prophet, you and your twin sister, and now a storm is coming. I wish things had been different. I wish everything had been different, I wish-
I wish you’d loved me, Myca.
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I spent too much time looking into shadows - not yours, but beyond yours, searching for answers and questions, and see the truth, of the world that He had wanted to make, which is nothing like the one we have..There are others like me who have seen it. Our world is broken: our world is flawed. There isn’t any way to fix it, but to bring it back to the beginning.
Is my favorite part.
It was worth waiting for, this story. Still, I'm sorry I took so long to read it.
Thank you for posting this!
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