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rebirth
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Erebos
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Erebos
Ebullience was somehow always short-lived, no matter the time, no matter the place. The past, circumstances, and events couldn’t be erased, and he would’ve loved to try, to forget anything and everything, but then he wouldn’t be who he was, and it wouldn’t be fair, it wouldn’t be right (not when he was a pinnacle of justice, not when he was the patron saint of vengeance). The alterations had never been neat and tidy. The changes had never been careful or concise. Pieces and fragments, junctures and gestures, empires and family had fallen apart while she’d been away, and no matter the joyous reunion beating its mighty crescendo amidst his sometimes valorous, sometimes wicked heart, he couldn’t allow the folly, the ignorance, befall her any longer. But before he had a chance to say anything, to speak of the depths of desecration warring over their dissolute house (how there was nothing now, not really, just him and her, the wind and the rain, the all-too brief moments of memories others had of the Reaper, and the shorter segments of Huyana, beautiful and sublime), her voice kindled through the murk, through the mist, through the storm – and he nearly slipped away from her right then and there. Mother is gone was a sudden weight in his chest – he’d known it for some time, for some months, when disappearances just lasted too long and his father kept looking into lakes, into the rain, hoping to see her in the flesh, materialize in front of them all with her invocations and enchantments, with her gentle, tranquil nature – but the finality of it coiled through his core. It nested there, vicious and infernal, gathered once into cold, prying hands and grasping, gnarled claws, reminding him of legacies, of promises, of oaths gone or resting, brewing inside him with enough ferocity that he thought he might choke, he might sob, he might quake and shudder. Instead, he was like a bastion, a blackguard, a heinous figure, leaning into her so he didn’t falter, stumble, flicker apart (I lost her; a vile contortion within him wanted to shout at her – how could she just lose her? – but another sliver of his being knew better, and hung his head when she escaped his embrace).
 
The prince didn’t look at the princess then – head down, eyes buried in the sodden lengths of fog and puddles, waiting to see which one drowned first, waiting to see when he’d finally slip away, back into desolation, back into nonchalance, back into fury. Orsino stood nearby, a piece of the Stygian background, silent and muted while his master, while his bonded, stood there in all his soulless glory like a torn banner; without his daggers, without his knives, without his empire to recall, to reignite. Erebos’ stare only followed her movements and motions when the questions began, when the clatter of her words ran over his frame, an endless bout of questions that felt like swords stuck into his chest. The piercing, penetrating wake of his gaze stayed entirely on her, pushed down the rancor, the eldritch upheaval hastening amidst his soul, flailed from the tears threatening to break and flicker down his cheeks – his voice was strong and enduring while the rest of him faded into mere shards, splinters, and slivers. “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault,” he said first, and he believed her, believed in her, that she wouldn’t have allowed their mother to be lost willingly, to be scattered amidst the ashes and stars (and maybe, just maybe, she was with their father again, scattering her warmth into his reticence). Then, there was naught else he could do but utter the truth, fix his resolutions into her frame, into her heart, bite and gnaw at the chains hastening to his feet; tethered there, in the same time, in the same place, haunted, miserable, forlorn in the constant, ongoing perils. “Helovia is gone. The Gods are gone.” He shook his head, breathed, inhaled, clung to so many things, the rubble, the ruin, the disaster spread through his blood. “There was a battle, and Kaos won. The only chance we had of survival was to go through this portal, which led us here.” Whatever here happened to be – but it was no Basin, no home, no icy chambers, no illustrious caverns, no metal Sentinels guarding their way. He released one more shaky breath, stepped closer to her, reached out for a lifeline that was no longer there, pushing against the tide, blinking away renegade tears. “Father died at the beginning of Birdsong. I had him entombed in the mountains.” But it didn’t matter now because they couldn’t go, they couldn’t see him, they couldn’t do anything and he couldn’t ask for forgiveness any longer (and the whole entire truth made him want to suffocate, made him want to crumble, made him want to ignite into the biggest inferno the world had ever seen). “But we can’t go there anymore, because there’s nothing left.” And while he spelled out veracity with such an unrelenting edge, he allowed one more beacon of hope to flicker apart, have its demise in the pouring rain. “Ode was killed in the battle.”
 
Every edge stung and set him ablaze. He stood in the gallows and wondered when it would send him swinging too, when his nightmares would merely become further reality. The few fringes of hope nestled in his mouth, rolled from his tongue, but he wasn’t sure they’d have any meaning, not anymore. “A lot of us still made it through – Rikyn, Lena, Glacia, Tiamat…some of you’ve never met. But we’re all scattered. There’s nowhere to go.”
 
Lord, it all sounded like he’d just given in – but the boy, the prince, the scion, the warrior, the General, the son of the Reaper was so much more than that – and despite the finality, the rough course of candor, he remained, chiseled and sculpted for foreboding battles. Was Loth (because he wanted her right there, at his side, rampaging amidst demons and infidels, cretins and heathens, one of the last remaining gifts granted by a Reaper and his muse)?


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Messages In This Thread
rebirth - by Lothíriel - 07-17-2017, 01:40 AM
RE: rebirth - by Erebos - 07-17-2017, 04:50 PM
RE: rebirth - by Lothíriel - 07-18-2017, 03:34 PM
RE: rebirth - by Rift Presence - 07-19-2017, 02:30 AM
RE: rebirth - by Erebos - 07-20-2017, 10:59 PM
RE: rebirth - by Lothíriel - 07-29-2017, 01:21 PM
RE: rebirth - by Erebos - 07-29-2017, 11:24 PM
RE: rebirth - by Lothíriel - 08-10-2017, 02:47 AM
RE: rebirth - by Erebos - 08-17-2017, 11:49 PM