[Blue already knows. he felt it. he still feels it. it's...
cold. emptiness pierces like a dagger, just as it's always done when Mu die. the snuffing of a beloved spark of life...even here...every time, it's still so cold.
while Blue lingers in the remains of severed and stretched-out cords, grief in solitude is the only response, thrumming and radiating out of the house like a fog and settling into stay just like the many, many roses sprung up in droves on its exterior. stems and thorns of his own wind around his heart, piercing and pulling at reason, choking and twisting it into bleaker forms that little beads of hope can barely pierce through. where they do, the light is skewed. everything is skewed.
why...have all this power...and not manage to take care of the ones he loves? why make bonds...that are broken the second foot is set out the door...? out there is the problem, isn't it? in here, though...
the lion will eventually join Flynn on the shore, eyes a dingy red with black sclera. it won't move, won't leave until Flynn does, and even when that does happen, he won't be allowing any path but the one back to the house - back home.]
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cold. emptiness pierces like a dagger, just as it's always done when Mu die. the snuffing of a beloved spark of life...even here...every time, it's still so cold.
while Blue lingers in the remains of severed and stretched-out cords, grief in solitude is the only response, thrumming and radiating out of the house like a fog and settling into stay just like the many, many roses sprung up in droves on its exterior. stems and thorns of his own wind around his heart, piercing and pulling at reason, choking and twisting it into bleaker forms that little beads of hope can barely pierce through. where they do, the light is skewed. everything is skewed.
why...have all this power...and not manage to take care of the ones he loves? why make bonds...that are broken the second foot is set out the door...? out there is the problem, isn't it? in here, though...
the lion will eventually join Flynn on the shore, eyes a dingy red with black sclera. it won't move, won't leave until Flynn does, and even when that does happen, he won't be allowing any path but the one back to the house - back home.]