how the end always is

into the sea, you and me
all these years, and no one heard
i love you, let's go

Something pushes onward, cries out for a breath of air that neither of them are wanting to push in or out of their lungs. It feels like there’s nothing left to push on with, watching the world they’ve always known fade from existence like it was nothing, like themselves.
We’re never gonna amount to anything.
He sighs somewhere in her chest, behind her heart before he leans into it, bringing on the urge to crumble.
What are we other than fading sparks? The words try to grace her lips but don’t make it there. Even if they did, she doesn’t have the strength to give them the life they need. Hobgoblin refuses to give way to such things, but doubt filled with the sour taste of fear makes them real in the way they don’t need to be.
“We’re all going to die someday anyway.” It creeps out like groaning floorboards in a lonely house, sucker-punching your heart into your throat and making you choke, Hobgoblin holding his own firmly into place despite its small stature. “It’s gonna happen no matter what.” She’s one step out the door and one step into the new world, fresh from the womb with delays generating worries, holding onto the only thing she’s ever known with the hopes that her sorry excuse of a being will fix it all.
It’s never going to, but Sikeax is forever a helpless prayer, an addict to hope when the world has already burned down to its ashes, the devil standing at her side with one hand firmly placed on her shoulder. He whispers doubts that are truths in her ears, waiting for the crack in her facade that’ll make her see the world as it truly is.
“Open eyes,” he whispers in her thoughts, deep-voiced and filled with knowledge neither of them never thought he’d earn. She’s coming into the depths of a hell with her eyes closed, not a crease of strength drawn into their bodies as they hold the closest thing to bliss she’s ever felt.
She looks like a damn angel, so much more than everything, far too pure to this place as the first breath she takes in feeling acidic in her lungs, their feeble cries begging for saltwater instead of air. A quiet promise is made in her head to give them what they weep for when the time comes.
Something explodes in her before it gives way to make room for what is already there. Seoul is long gone before she can even notice, for her mother’s love couldn’t save her from fate. She peels away like a long lost limb, a hollow feeling of emptiness that the void wastes no time in filling up in place of the little dragon’s excitement.
The Devil catches only a few glimpses of her as the white streak in this world takes off, worn-out pride burning depression further into him as he watches her use her wings to the best of her ability, encouraged by his and the Angel’s love and encouragement, and as she goes, Hobgoblin makes the heartfelt note to ensure Sikeax never holds any of her future children as dear as she has.
They never last long enough to truly, genuinely love with every fiber of heart and soul, try as Hobgoblin may.
Her eyes aren’t open. It’s like watching someone birth a child and then have to know that their child hasn’t made it to the light of its first day, except Sikeax is standing still, the wind refusing to touch her hair as the rainfall sheds endless tears on her. He wants to ask her if she’s okay, standing in the cold and the wet with little expression to run off of, the only signs the thin collection of her lips as her nostrils draw in small, useless breaths, but it doesn’t feel like it’s worth it. She’s a stone, a statue filled with sadness that he feels so deep it embodies himself and aches his soul into submission.
We’re never going to be who we once were comes from her without the hope that he’s so used to finding in her, blindly reaching out into the dark to try and find it. It’s not there, and there’s a possibility it won’t ever be. She’s seemingly lost everything, a second time over for herself but the first time through the pain for him, barely breathing as his windpipe heaves to bring in air past the tightly-held sobs choking him. It wears her down too much to care this time. She knows better to waste her time in the crying and wailing that follows, the suffering that leads her to beg for redemption that never comes, only taunts her.
She’s lost everyone but the Devil and herself, no new babes that she had only recently given their lives into this world with hope and happiness for their beginnings, never quietly scared for their futures. The wept tears she gave her entire soul into have become nothing, meaningless.
“Hobgoblin, Sia, always” tries the monster in an attempt to soothe the saint, but with no avail. It only earns him the heart-churning feeling of defeat when she sighs, cracking her eyes open to see what they’ve got to sacrifice themselves to now that the world has given up on them.
As the world around her glows beneath the force of the rain, lazy like tears from a thousand eyes, the only thing she can think of is how she’ll never see her mother again, another heart-felt, loved individual wasted from her mistakes.
She whispers Adrixaura one more “I love you” before reality comes crashing in, drowning her in the rainfall.

OOC: come see a developing sia i'd really appreciate it
Hobgoblin is in his Wendigo form

lunarblues!

Magics:
SAFE :: [ Magic: Water (P) | Able to breathe underwater ]
:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle ]

:: [ Magic: SparkxWater | Able to summon koi fish made of lightning that cause minor burns. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Can only summon 3 small or 1 large fish. ]

Enchanted items :: NOT APPLICABLE

Rift-god / Kaos items :: NOT APPLICABLE

Amulets : 1

Companion/s :
[ Companion: Rougarou | Mythical, common | Water | 2 yrs 3 mos ] :: Born OOC wise May 14th, 2015 :: Mid Drench

Mutations::: [ Item: Genetic Mutation | Able to bond to 2 companions. ]

Species change (if applicable): She's currently a Uniquine and I would love for her to stay that way, please

Requests: please no random glowing markings or changing up her species or horn, i'd really, really appreciate that