Gone, Gone, Gone

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What were they if not animals? Ravenous creatures focused solely upon their desire which were of far more carnal desires. They were failures upon a judgemental Earth. An Earth that only had the design in mind to screw with their head. To ravage their youth. There was no subtlety in the way things were done and there was sure as hell no payment in any of it. They were a lost cause. Something akin to a flame that has stopped burning, and perhaps he was one who saw the glass as half empty, but the thought did many great things for him, see, regardless of how little, or plentiful, the abundance of liquid in a cup was, eventually you would be trapped by glorious thirst and you would drink deep. Even if the substance was unknown.

He was not nearly as aware as his sister, no, he was far more oblivious to the fact that she lurked in the shadows, her fine corset drifting along and trying to taint the world in it?s own mess. Eos, no, he didn?t know where her heart lay, but, if it was anything like where his was...they had both failed their father, and what a loving man he was. Syrinx, himself, could not deny the fatherly instinct that Cairo had, and he would not try, but it further upset his mentality that he could not be the perfect son the King needed. He never would be the perfect heir. He never would be the perfect Adravendi. He was going to make mistakes, and admittedly, at least to himself, some of his mistakes would be quite purposeful.

His skull would rise to the night sky as his sister?s lyricals danced across the Earth. Breaking such a finely crafted resonance, and the russet Valhallan would waste no time in coming towards her. His figure would deviate from the shadows much like an apparition. He had not seen her in so long, and she had not seen him, surely the additions to his body would be noted all too quickly. His head would raise, pull back, and turn to the side exposing the grotesque scenery that was his apparent mishap. He would not talk about it, so much was out, fact of the matter was, everyone could see the lacerated flesh, the burbling scar tissue, and the milky white bone. He hated it. Yet, he loved it.

Silence would become him as she stared at the woman in the same area as him. Are you truly Eos his thoughts. What teasing little demons they were.


"Speech!".