October 14, 2019, 10:06 PM
He could empathize—there had been a point in his life where he too wished he could have met his father. If only to gain a bead on the wolf, to sum him up in both parts of soul and being; to affirm that he even existed at all. It had started out innocently enough but as he had grown, he had come to resent the concept of that shadowy figure he had never met, and had wondered what sort of wolf would not tangle with jaws interlocked onto death for the sake of love.
Provided of course, there had ever been a love involved—and how he had wondered that too. But the disappearance into nothingness was not quite the same as knowing that someone was utterly gone in existence. It was there that their paths diverged, that his empathy could only explain so much, and so he listened.
He listened over every stumble, every start-and-stop hitch in her voice. He heard as she found that voice once again and with it the traction needed to put their beings into focus and life once more. To cast a light on a very different wolf that he saw when he thought of Charon; to shine upon what he already knew to be true of Amekaze. And he could sympathize more for it, and only then thought briefly on his mother and the painful acquiescence that had lingered in her figure when he had said he would go out into the world.
Was that not like death, in a way? He hadn't the time to wonder.
As they made their way from the stony edge of the precipice, his gaze left Yama to survey their surroundings and found his voice.
"Cherish that, then," he surmised, but knew it not to be enough. "It is you and your siblings that carry on in their stead. It is up to you to take what they taught you and to enact it to pass it along. Sorrow is an educator; from it you will learn too, and to carry on is a bravery in itself." He had no doubts that she would take what she knew and share it in her own way and that despair would bestow courage enough to stamp down fear. It was simply their way, he realized, though the lessons were different.
He thought then on what would come out of sorrow, thinking of Hydra.
"Your sister's children will certainly look to you for guidance, so you may very well be that someone who knows everything," he went on to say with something of a reassuring smile. But it was mischievous too, the flash of such not lost in his gaze—"Perhaps you will be the one to show them where the best hideouts are."
Provided of course, there had ever been a love involved—and how he had wondered that too. But the disappearance into nothingness was not quite the same as knowing that someone was utterly gone in existence. It was there that their paths diverged, that his empathy could only explain so much, and so he listened.
He listened over every stumble, every start-and-stop hitch in her voice. He heard as she found that voice once again and with it the traction needed to put their beings into focus and life once more. To cast a light on a very different wolf that he saw when he thought of Charon; to shine upon what he already knew to be true of Amekaze. And he could sympathize more for it, and only then thought briefly on his mother and the painful acquiescence that had lingered in her figure when he had said he would go out into the world.
Was that not like death, in a way? He hadn't the time to wonder.
As they made their way from the stony edge of the precipice, his gaze left Yama to survey their surroundings and found his voice.
"Cherish that, then," he surmised, but knew it not to be enough. "It is you and your siblings that carry on in their stead. It is up to you to take what they taught you and to enact it to pass it along. Sorrow is an educator; from it you will learn too, and to carry on is a bravery in itself." He had no doubts that she would take what she knew and share it in her own way and that despair would bestow courage enough to stamp down fear. It was simply their way, he realized, though the lessons were different.
He thought then on what would come out of sorrow, thinking of Hydra.
"Your sister's children will certainly look to you for guidance, so you may very well be that someone who knows everything," he went on to say with something of a reassuring smile. But it was mischievous too, the flash of such not lost in his gaze—"Perhaps you will be the one to show them where the best hideouts are."
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you were never made to fly - by Yama - July 07, 2019, 12:25 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - July 12, 2019, 01:59 PM
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RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - July 23, 2019, 02:23 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - August 04, 2019, 12:38 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - August 06, 2019, 01:21 PM
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RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - September 09, 2019, 05:56 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - October 14, 2019, 12:03 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - October 14, 2019, 10:06 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - December 05, 2019, 02:43 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - January 06, 2020, 01:59 AM