6/20/2025, 6:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 6/20/2025, 6:35 PM by Pinesprings.)
Skill: Heartbroken 1/5
Dated to 6/17, open for all of Elysium. no real post order, though I likely won't post until siblings post.
Dated to 6/17, open for all of Elysium. no real post order, though I likely won't post until siblings post.
Fleetwood hasn't come for him.
He's been on the edge of the territory, not bothering to venture in towards that accursed lake. And Fleetwood's visited him whenever she could, but he'd watched her eat away before him. She loved him, and yet she would not hear it when he said they should leave. Dimitri had left. Spider had left. If she loved him, wouldn't she come with him? Sure, he was old enough to be on his own, strong and brave and powerful, and yet.
And yet.
This land is so dead. This isn't the home he grew up in, the only home he ever knew. Fate's Respite has always been a beautiful place, a land of beauty and wonder. And Pinesprings doesn't want to see it this way, doesn't want to exist in this space.
He smells them before he sees them. A rotten stench, waste that shouldn't be there. Not around his parents' bodies. Not the way they hold each other now.
They aren't breathing. He touches them. They're cold.
The sound that erupts from his mouth is not a howl, but instead a primal scream. Loud as a howl, it's likely all within Elysium would hear it.
He's been on the edge of the territory, not bothering to venture in towards that accursed lake. And Fleetwood's visited him whenever she could, but he'd watched her eat away before him. She loved him, and yet she would not hear it when he said they should leave. Dimitri had left. Spider had left. If she loved him, wouldn't she come with him? Sure, he was old enough to be on his own, strong and brave and powerful, and yet.
And yet.
This land is so dead. This isn't the home he grew up in, the only home he ever knew. Fate's Respite has always been a beautiful place, a land of beauty and wonder. And Pinesprings doesn't want to see it this way, doesn't want to exist in this space.
He smells them before he sees them. A rotten stench, waste that shouldn't be there. Not around his parents' bodies. Not the way they hold each other now.
They aren't breathing. He touches them. They're cold.
The sound that erupts from his mouth is not a howl, but instead a primal scream. Loud as a howl, it's likely all within Elysium would hear it.
we never got that far
this helps me to think all through the night
bright lights that won't kill me now, or tell me how
just you and i, your starless eyes remain
this helps me to think all through the night
bright lights that won't kill me now, or tell me how
just you and i, your starless eyes remain