January 12, 2019, 04:21 AM
super rambly weird post, sorry!!
His ears swiveled towards the sounds of singing—laughing? Both? Whatever it was, it drew him out of his desolate reverie, just in time to hear the inquiry for the one of the two. Ears flickered back at the brush of praise, but he decided he wasn’t unresponsive enough to leave the question hang.
”When in your own company, smiling seems like myth,” he lent, rounding to face the pair, a withdrawn, quiet look within his pale gaze. Twins. His fine jaw worked, and he couldn’t help but study the alpine lake, gut souring. The intimacy that came with such a soul-worn bond; he couldn’t help but envy it. He missed his sister, more than words could compare. ”At least, that’s how it’s been for me.” Some part within Vonn knew that finding his sister would, in some way, complete him. But they’d both known they never needed the other to be whole—they’d already been born whole, grown whole.
It was simply that... they became better, with another, like this female pair before him seemed to be. Whole, but more; as if your very essence was threaded with the one you’d been born alongside. Strung like stardust between constellations; making the hateful voids of this world seem a little less so, from time to time.
Regardless, he needed her in his life; what scraps were left, anyway, when he’d fallen twice, now. Needed to see, tell her himself that she was blameless.
”When in your own company, smiling seems like myth,” he lent, rounding to face the pair, a withdrawn, quiet look within his pale gaze. Twins. His fine jaw worked, and he couldn’t help but study the alpine lake, gut souring. The intimacy that came with such a soul-worn bond; he couldn’t help but envy it. He missed his sister, more than words could compare. ”At least, that’s how it’s been for me.” Some part within Vonn knew that finding his sister would, in some way, complete him. But they’d both known they never needed the other to be whole—they’d already been born whole, grown whole.
It was simply that... they became better, with another, like this female pair before him seemed to be. Whole, but more; as if your very essence was threaded with the one you’d been born alongside. Strung like stardust between constellations; making the hateful voids of this world seem a little less so, from time to time.
Regardless, he needed her in his life; what scraps were left, anyway, when he’d fallen twice, now. Needed to see, tell her himself that she was blameless.
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last of his line, - by Vonnaruil - January 05, 2019, 05:48 PM
RE: last of his line, - by Sirimiri - January 07, 2019, 03:00 AM
RE: last of his line, - by Vonnaruil - January 12, 2019, 04:21 AM
RE: last of his line, - by Sirimiri - January 13, 2019, 04:32 PM
RE: last of his line, - by Vonnaruil - January 14, 2019, 05:27 AM
RE: last of his line, - by Sirimiri - January 17, 2019, 10:10 PM