and i'm wondering who could be writing this song?
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happiness seemed possible here.
all in consideration, it wasn't so bad, really. he had mal, and pretty ocean waves to look at. he had reconciled with his father, and even if he never saw khali again, he no longer resented the man. pitied him, more like. he'd faced his fears in the form of arcturus at the border.
he'd grown up, and become responsible for himself. for nearly his entire life, he'd felt a burden, like someone who needed taking care of. now, cam could look upon his reflection in a pool of water and see a man, rather than a boy. see the wolf that perhaps his mother had wanted him to be. kind, loyal, gentle.
he thought about her, walking along the beach. smiling down at the bits of shell and sea-rock he came across, each of them so different, so unique. he thought of her and all the many souls he'd encountered, from the kind to the cruel.
cam felt a twinge of a headache coming on, and turned so that he faced away from the biting wind, rather than staring into it. movement caught the corner of his eye and he turned—a glimpse of black fur—no, he was only catching himself in peripheral vision. the breeze picked up his unkempt pelt, mussing it further.
he broke into a playful trot, weaving in and out of the surf, where the waves broke white and foamy on the shore. then again—a shadow. this time he knew it wasn't himself, and glanced sideways again, only to see nothing.
his skull pounded more and he shook his head, turning to head back to his den for some rest. some days here were worse than others; the sea air took a little getting used to.
the pain 'round his head tightened, vise-like—he lurched forward to press it into the warmth of her belly as he once had, long ago. a flash of orange; her eyes, oh, her warm eyes—
he was unconscious before his body hit the sand, and his heart stopped for good a few minutes later.
cam lay still, but he might have merely been sleeping, if one did not look carefully enough:
eyes closed, lips curved in a sweet smile, a boy cradled in the invisible embrace of his mother.
all in consideration, it wasn't so bad, really. he had mal, and pretty ocean waves to look at. he had reconciled with his father, and even if he never saw khali again, he no longer resented the man. pitied him, more like. he'd faced his fears in the form of arcturus at the border.
he'd grown up, and become responsible for himself. for nearly his entire life, he'd felt a burden, like someone who needed taking care of. now, cam could look upon his reflection in a pool of water and see a man, rather than a boy. see the wolf that perhaps his mother had wanted him to be. kind, loyal, gentle.
he thought about her, walking along the beach. smiling down at the bits of shell and sea-rock he came across, each of them so different, so unique. he thought of her and all the many souls he'd encountered, from the kind to the cruel.
cam felt a twinge of a headache coming on, and turned so that he faced away from the biting wind, rather than staring into it. movement caught the corner of his eye and he turned—a glimpse of black fur—no, he was only catching himself in peripheral vision. the breeze picked up his unkempt pelt, mussing it further.
he broke into a playful trot, weaving in and out of the surf, where the waves broke white and foamy on the shore. then again—a shadow. this time he knew it wasn't himself, and glanced sideways again, only to see nothing.
his skull pounded more and he shook his head, turning to head back to his den for some rest. some days here were worse than others; the sea air took a little getting used to.
cam,came a whisper, near his ear. it was her, and he turned, at once alarmed and elated.
mummy,he responded, having not heard that voice since he was a child; she had only ever spoken to him in dreams and then the dreams had faded altogether. for seasons she had been silent, and now, upon the island, he heard her once more.
the pain 'round his head tightened, vise-like—he lurched forward to press it into the warmth of her belly as he once had, long ago. a flash of orange; her eyes, oh, her warm eyes—
he was unconscious before his body hit the sand, and his heart stopped for good a few minutes later.
cam lay still, but he might have merely been sleeping, if one did not look carefully enough:
eyes closed, lips curved in a sweet smile, a boy cradled in the invisible embrace of his mother.
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and what exactly is a dream? and what exactly is a joke? - by Cam - April 15, 2021, 12:21 PM
RE: and what exactly is a dream? and what exactly is a joke? - by Mal - April 18, 2021, 01:37 AM