|
Before the Glass Can Break |
|
|
|
|
|
|
A graceful, ivory hand picked up the vase from the table. It was empty now, but perhaps a handful of roses could be found later to fill it. That would be lovely, would it not? It was a wonderful vase, indeed. Crystal, if he weren't mistaken? Then again, perhaps it was just glass. No less, he appriciated the detail that had been put into its design.
Now holding the inanimate object with both hands, Ikaros smiled. Perhaps events would change directions for him soon. They seemed to be, and even so much as for the better. How fortunate for him it was.
Of course, leaving the area as soon as the pivoting point was completed was necessary to the point of extremity. He no longer wanted to stay here; they would go together, would they not? See the world--a first-time experience for the boy, an old thrill for himself. It was always interesting to him to see how humans could change a landscape so completely, to notice things that were new in an area, and things that were missing forevermore. Yes, to experience this, and with someone (as opposed to being alone), seemed to hold its promises. For once, Ikaros found himself looking forward to something. He couldn't help but smile at himself. After all, he had nearly forgotten what anticipation felt like!
Then again, he had just recently been reminded what grief was, with her passing... That had been over a decade, however, so the initial onset of grief had long passed, although he could admit that her presence was missed, even if it was that she had dispised him. Perhaps he would not have to be reminded of what the agony had felt like again. That would be plesant, he decided whilst a strand of his raven-toned hair fell from the encasement of an equally dark ribbon and landed into his eyes.
Ah, what a simple amusement, this anticipation. Still smiling, he continued to re-examine the intricate detailing on the glass vase.
His amusement faded abruptly, however, as a cold feeling washed over him. Emerald eyes widening, a look of shock, tainted with the beginnings of that same grief, formed rapidly on his face. He... Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Grip loosening on the vase, he tried to identify what it was that disturbed him so.
... Pain?
Ikaros sought to find the origin of the ominous feeling. Hardly a moment later, he identified it.
The boy.
The vase fell to the ground.
Before it shattered, the ancient Vampire was already gone.
 Kecharitomene · Sat Apr 19, 2008 @ 07:19am · 1 Comments |
|
|
|
|
-Not likely to make sense- |
|
|
|
|
|
|
[[--I'm venting/overexaggerating--]]
Let me do it, let me do it.
Do you even trust me?
I thought you did. But sometimes it doesn't feel like it.
Do I even trust you?
I thought I did. But if it doesn't sometimes feel like it, how can I?
If we're in this together, as I thought we are,
Why is it I can't say everything?
Why do I keep my mouth shut when I don't agree?
Why do you scream at me when I say something stupid?
Shut up! Shut up!
Let me talk for once.
I'm tired of listening.
It's my turn to speak.
It has been for a while.
But I didn't want to stop you from talking.
No!
Don't talk over me.
Don't tell me I'm wrong.
I haven't finished what I was saying.
Please let me finish.
Quit telling me I'm wrong!
I want to scream now.
But I want to talk.
I want to make things better.
It says you're there.
Why aren't you talking to me?
I'll wait.
But you're still not talking to me.
It's been a while now.
I keep looking.
And it still says you're there.
Ah--
Now you talk to me.
But it feels distant.
It doesn't feel like you mean what you say.
Why does it feel so empty?
Why aren't you excited about anything?
Why... ?
Why can't I be sure anymore?
Kecharitomene · Tue Apr 15, 2008 @ 04:21am · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
