we don't have to live this way
02-27-2014, 09:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2014, 09:02 PM by Isardis.)
The words she spoke were helpless utterings of truth, twisting beneath his skin and yet not managing to wriggle free below his veins. He would continue to waltz from her being, paws growing heavy in the ice beneath him, frustration evident within the extreme flicking of his extended tail. Coral towers twitching with an anger fuelled by sheer misunderstanding; suddenly Isardis seemed a stranger to himself, almost afraid to admit even he was unaware what he was capable of. What could become of him? And yet her final words would throw razor points to the rivets of his turning cogs, clockwork spun to ideal perfection fraying by wire joins and grumbling, moaning as they began to fail. His limbs ceased, frozen in time by a power even he could not comprehend, as if the palms of a greater being had grasped him where he stood, awkward and unsquared. A man once immune to the presence of love and care, a being so consumed by his own success he was blind to the sentiment of others, now stood an overwhelming shell of feelings he could never comprehend. Flurries of despair would shudder his pores, hackles standing on end as if the ghoul were struck by ten thousand splinters of lightning, every muscle so rigid with disbelief his lungs struggled to expand and for a moment the man believed he would fall unconscious within a world of unknowing. But he trembled, and reluctant breaths of chilled oxygen would rush his chest, anger replaced by a fear of his own sorrow, ?Regardless, I can never be enough for you, Sendoa.? Mayhaps his words would confuse her, fizzle her understanding, but in fact he had not misheard her, ?For as long as I am able bodied my gluttony will prevent me settling for any less than what I already bare.? And it was then he would turn, so sure of himself and so convinced of his own answer, and yet as his rubies would strike the humbled slump of his Queen his mind would send a thunderous howl of aggravation riveting his heart. A pummel of full force that screamed at him to a velocity he had never heard before, never felt in his lifetime. A dawning of realisation that buckled his soul and lifted his spirits, and yet shocked by his reaction he still did not understand what his own mind was roaring in his face. Jowls fell dry as his gaze narrowed in confusion, for before him was not his Queen; emerald lanterns wearing an otherworldly beam that warmed his pale skin, void of hurting him, a tenderness and care that eased his strain. Her blue ebony vibrant with the amaze of a two-tone rainbow, what he once recognised as her strength soon seemed a fragility, as if in any moment she would buckle and fall; but that he would be there to catch her. What if Sendoa was truly more than? this? Than all that he worked for? Perhaps in some pathetic way of love when the time finally came to leave it all behind, maybe she would be the one thing that wholly satisfied him and sealed his endeavours? Sickened by the possibilities, he would take a weakened step towards her, perhaps oblivious to any damage he had already cast to her; but in that moment the realisation of his own true love was enough to blind him, and yet he felt as though he could see so much more clear than he ever could before. A sky of diamonds would begin to flutter above his coral crown, stars beaming with beauty above a man who had never dared to notice them. And yet still he did not know what to do with this new extreme vision of clarity, ?You are so much more than what I could want in this lifetime.? Could it be! |