Get Out Alive.

Heartbreak. Tearing, rending, agonizing- H E A R T B R E A K. Most foul! All of these terms were true when describing the pain he felt in his heart of hearts. Why? Why, his beloved had gone. Gone. She was gone. Gone. Not where he had left her like a good little girl, like he had always instructed her to remain- but where could she be now? There had been no evidence left behind- just like he’d taught her. Oh such a clever girl; but using her intelligence against her loving father? A grave sin. How could she abandon him as such? How could she not await his return? Did she not realize how dreadfully he would miss her? That he would come to collect her?  Like a hound on the trail of a fox, Setekh had been chasing after a phantom for months. Months and months of worry, of sadness, of anger. She had not been raised this way. Oh but she had. To disobey? No. Never. His favorite daughter, oh dear sweet Absinth; like a scourge upon his mind and an burning ache in his throat. She was as her namesake intended. Running through his veins, terrorizing his anatomy. He was poisoned with her memory, all that he had left of her now- and she had done so gleefully. Bad. Bad. Bad little girl. Ungrateful. Lost. Loved. And so, he sought her out.

There had been no rhyme or reason to his crossing the ocean in his search for her. He simply felt like she was here. A calling, a beckoning, a ‘Daddy come find meee~’ ringing out in his head. It pulled at every fiber of his being, like she was summoning him in hopes of forgiveness… His limbs should have burned intensely with the effort it took to swim for so long, yet he could feel nothing. There was a mantra, a drumming of her name playing without interruption within his deranged mind. His molten gaze eventually locked on a piece of land that appeared to be glowing under the cover of night. But Setekh wasn’t truly seeing anything. What was really playing within his glorious mind were the memories of a young girl, with a coat as pristinely white as his own, only with a face of soot- and bright, bright, bright green eyes like emeralds. Beauty incarnate staring back at him with unfathomable intellect. How could he not travel to the ends of the earth in search of her?

As he began to feel the waves become more turbulent upon proximity to land The Ivory Prince finally came back to himself. His repetitive and disordered thinking ceased for the moment, calculating his next course of action swiftly. He grunted, forcing more strength into his muscles to propel his body forward until he found himself scraping sandy ground with his nails in every stroke. Finally, Landfall. He did not dump himself unceremoniously upon the ground to rest after such a lengthy swim, no- he was far too focused on his goal for that. He emerged unto the land drenched, his perfect coat shaking off the salty water first of all; and he simply kept going. There was no direction he was following, there was only the inevitable.  The promise of finding his truest love. A b s i n t h h h. 

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