November 12, 2017, 04:57 AM
The crows squabble and fight amongst themselves for even the smallest crumb of carrion from the carcass that the younger male feasts upon like a starving beast. Kerberos understands all too well …in a way. He, too, is ravenous for what he’s denied himself, what he’s denied Sos despite that his stomach is contented. He’s not hungry but …he is. The Aok’s fascination with the devouring of flesh and meat before him is repulsive. He knows it. Knows that he should be feel repulsed by his own being and yet knowing and acknowledging is not the same thing as feeling and that he is absent of. He should be but he is not. It’s not his kill, it’s not his feast and yet he feels the same sort of euphoria at simply watching it that he wants to be sick but he’s not. He’s beyond that now. Sos wins each daily battle, inch by inch. The Dark Father is patient and Atka has lost her disciple long ago. Kerberos clings to her like a child clings to a security blanket: terrified of the darkness that is Sos. It’s not enough. The boy bears his teeth at Kerberos and the cannibal keeps his expression neutral, unfazed. He has stared at the teeth of a beast so much worse than this boy’s. He’s seen things so much more terrible and infinitely worse than death. Eternal suffering in Sos’ collection of tormented souls. Not something that is easily forgotten.
Kerberos watches as the boy’s teeth eventually sheath but the periwinkle gaze of the younger man is not wavering as it meets the sea-green of the Aok’s own. “I am Kerberos. Kerberos Aok.” He introduces himself, noting how the name sounds different as it rolls from his lips now. Perhaps, Kerberos thinks, it’s because he is no longer so different from his namesake: the guardian of the underworld. A name given to him by the sea, by Aktaie. It’s all he has of his biological mother. It’s all he’s ever had of her. “What is your name?” Kerberos returns, wondering what it is the ravenous boy calls himself with an unbidden note of unabashed interest in his tone and expression.
Kerberos watches as the boy’s teeth eventually sheath but the periwinkle gaze of the younger man is not wavering as it meets the sea-green of the Aok’s own. “I am Kerberos. Kerberos Aok.” He introduces himself, noting how the name sounds different as it rolls from his lips now. Perhaps, Kerberos thinks, it’s because he is no longer so different from his namesake: the guardian of the underworld. A name given to him by the sea, by Aktaie. It’s all he has of his biological mother. It’s all he’s ever had of her. “What is your name?” Kerberos returns, wondering what it is the ravenous boy calls himself with an unbidden note of unabashed interest in his tone and expression.
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In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Talion - November 10, 2017, 07:59 AM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Kerberos - November 11, 2017, 05:24 AM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Talion - November 11, 2017, 06:05 AM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Kerberos - November 12, 2017, 04:57 AM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Talion - November 12, 2017, 05:57 AM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Kerberos - November 23, 2017, 05:04 AM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Talion - November 30, 2017, 02:44 PM
RE: In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. - by Kerberos - December 01, 2017, 04:58 AM