“You know how this ends, 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦,” Raelyn said, motioning the all too familiar presence of Kieran away.
He only edged closer, and just for a moment, his confident facade fell. Desperation, fear, and desire clawed to the surface of his eyes, and it was as if Raelyn could see his very soul.
And then it was gone.
“It doesn’t 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to end the same. Don’t you think that after centuries of serving this world, 𝘸𝘦 deserve happiness?” Kieran asked, losing the light tone he had before.
“I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 we deserve happiness— we do. But people do not always get what they deserve. We are not wreaking havoc on the universe, not now, and not ever, just to get what we desire,” Raelyn responded.
Kieran sighed, looking to the cities below him. “The humans can live in an eclipse for a little while. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. Give me one year of your time, and I swear I will never try again,” He pleaded, stretching his hand out to hers.
She kept her hand firmly at her side, avoiding his touch.
“One year is too long. Perhaps not for us, but to the mortals it is longer. They would think the world was ending,”.
“Let them. Let them have some hysteria. It brings out the true nature of people,” He added, taking Raelyn’s hand when she did not offer it freely.
“It brings out the 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 in people,” She declared, withdrawing her fingers from his after a few seconds. She couldn’t bare for him to touch her. Not when she knew it would only be temporary.
“I don’t 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. I don’t want to do this anymore. The darkness is driving me mad. The constant dreaming, the constant dragging of the dreary moon across the sky. All I want is a little light. Light to guide me for awhile. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 light,” he pleaded.
“For 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. And then you will come back begging once more. There’s been too many incidents. Too many conflicts. You must go. 𝘕𝘰𝘸.” Raelyn ordered, turning away.
“You are trying to get me gone as soon as possible. I can see it. The desire is eating at you too. There is fear in your eyes. Fear that if I stay a second longer, you you will never let me go again. Never let me leave,“ Kieran replied.
Raelyn fell into silence, continuing to drag the sun across the sky, a heavy weight against her back as she did it. She tried to ignore his all consuming presence.
She failed.
“If you do not leave right this instant-“
“You will 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? Mess up the blance of nature by kissing me? …I will wait here forever,” Kieran stated, far too close, and far too loving for Raelyn’s taste.
Raelyn clenched her fists in annoyance at his persistence. “If you truly care about me at all, leave. You know this will only give us both more agony,”.
His eyes fell at that, and as she knew he would, he gave in. The only thing he despised more than their seperation was him hurting her.
“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺. I will leave if you wish for me to. 𝘉𝘶𝘵... Just for a few seconds… could we…?”. The unfinished question makes Raelyn’s heart ache. Ache to be loved.
Her eyes shut closed, and it took her more willpower to push him away than to drag the sun across the sky.
“Last time, Father was very angry. The mortals started questioning things. The only way we could ever be together again, is if he found people to replace us with. But he refuses to. I am sorry Kieran, you know I am unhappy living like this, but it must be done,”.
Kieran looked away, brused yet again by Raelyn’s rejection. He started to move away, when he stepped too close to Raelyn’s reigns.
“Move!” She shouted, but it was too late. Kieran tripped over Raelyn’s thick rope, that was tied to the sun, and got burned by it’s heat.
He fell to his knees, dropping before Raelyn in agony. He let out a howl of pain, his once tender gaze crushed by fire.
Raelyn fell before him, desperate to save his dying soul.
“I-I’ll bring you to father. He can save you,” Raelyn declared as she leaned over his dying figure.
He grimaced in pain as he looked at the burns all along his body, thankful they were killing him quickly rather than slowly.
“It’s too late, love. I am going to die,”.
“I’m so sorry Kieran. I should’ve told father I didn’t want to do it anymore. I should’ve ran away with you when we were young,”.
“It’s okay,” he breathed, reaching for Raelyn’s hands once again. This time, she took his hands, and leaned down above him.
She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and when he did not wince in reply, she brought her lips to his, giving him what he had so desperately wanted.
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦.
“I love you Kieran. You are all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever known,”.
“I love you too Rae,”.
She bent down again to kiss him as his eyes closed.
The immortal prince was dead. He was gone.
Raelyn leaned back, gasping for air. It was as if the oxygen had fled her lungs, and all the stars had fallen from the sky. It felt as if her heart was on fire, and all the life was being squeezed out of it.
She layed beside her lover, closing her eyes.
She did not open them again.
Far below, the mortals stared up at the sky, awed by the sight of the moon and sun together.
In the Castle of Sinda, Raelyn’s father knocked on Kieran’s bedroom door. “Kieran! I have news! I have found someone to guide the celestial movements! You and Raelyn may stop your duties and stay in the castle together!” The king said cheerily, showing off a toothy smile too bright for the grey stone walls around him.
He had felt horrible keeping the two apart for so long, but he had a responsibility to take care of the mortals. Now, his daughter and her lover could be free.
“Kieran?” He asked, opening the bedroom door. The bed lay vacant, with covers lain messily on the floor.
“Your Majesty! Something has happened! It is dark outside when it is meant to be day! The mortals are asking what’s going on, and I cannot find your daughter,”.
The king turned around in suprise, gaping at the servant before him. His daughter had promised no more eclipses would happen. Her and Kieran would no longer stay in the same place together too long. In the worst of cases, when the two were far too close, the queen called it a midnight kiss.
“Go look for Raelyn-“ the king ordered, but was interrupted by yet another servant running forward.
“Your majesty! It’s your daughter…” The servant trailed off. The king followed the boy to the courtyard, where two figures lay lifeless on the ground.
The king ran forward, letting out a howl of grief when he saw the two broken bodies. Kieran, with brutal burns down his side, and Raelyn, with devastation written across her still features.
“We found them up at the cloud reef… We think Raelyn died from heartbreak syndrome. Kieran must have died from his burns, and it caused too much emotional stress on her-“ The servents began to explain before the crowd gathering.
“Leave. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦,” The king ordered the crowd of civillians and castle hosts, leaning over his only daughter. When the crowd left, he broke into sobs, filled with shame. He should have set them free sooner.
Hours passed by, perhaps days even, and the King still sat by his daughter, grief stuck to him like glue.
A woman with bright blonde curls came to him, her eyes filled with grief too. “Darling… please come inside. You’ve been out here for awhile. I know you are sad… we all are. But I have an idea,”.
The king followed his wife inside, tired from his sobbing. Days passed, months. The new bearer of sun and moon began duty, driving the sun and moon across the sky.
One winter morning, in the bitter cold of January, the King spoke to his kingdom of his grief. “My daughter, bearer of the Sun, was in love with the bearer of the moon. They could not be together due to their responsibilities. To honor their love, we will have eclipses more often. Not once in a millenia, but multiple times a year. The moon and Sun shall never be apart for too long ever again,” The King proclaimed, as his city cheered. Down below their kingdom, the mortals gazed up at the sky, seeing their third eclipse ever.
And they would see many more.
“𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲...“
I’ve fallen for you so many times that I believe gravity knows me by name.
If Issac Newton were still alive, he would ask of my discoveries, and I would tell him apples are nothing compared to me.
If I had to explain the constant pull of me towards you, I’d name it F = G* (m1 * m2) / r², and I would finally have spoken scientifically enough to be considered a genius.
The Sun would become spiteful with envy, no amount of planets in orbit could compare to the attraction of you to me.
With you, I’d become the fifth force of nature, and gravity would be nothing compared to us. I would be unsperable from you, and you would finally be mine.
Me and you would make gravity look like it was simply a breeze of wind.
𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘺.
With her long, luxious hair, and eyes of golden speckled chocolate. With her toned body that all athletes dream to achieve. With her radiant smile that even the sun would be jealous of. With her paper white teeth, and her far too expensive clothes.
She is perfect. Perfect for 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
And I will never be her. You will never love me like you love Stacy.
𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦.
Perhaps I’ve lost what’s left of my wandering mind, and perhaps I do not care.
Tell me that I am yours. That although we don’t talk anymore, deep down you still love me.
Tell me the words you never said. Let us be what we never were.
Let me have the opportunity. Even if I destroy myself in the process, it is better than waiting on someone that will never come.
Hold my hand like if you let go, you will drift away. Like you’ll lose yourself without me as your anchor.
Smile that smile of yours, that one that I adore. Make me forget all the times I wanted to get over you.
Make all this waiting worth it.
I fear I will never stop missing what was never mine.
Just be 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. Because nothing else in the world will satisfy the hunger in my soul to be loved.
To be loved by 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
You’ve made me your paradox Your mystery to solve Your blazing red fire Your ice that will dissolve
You’ve made me your paradox Contridicting myself Do I love you? Do I hate you? Not even I can tell
I’m bleeding and I’m healing All at the same time Do you think that you could save me From the confusion I call mine?
I like a sense of knowing Of being smart and true But paradox’s know nothing And I know nothing but you
I feel as if my life’s too fast But I have lived too long Do you beileve we were meant to be Or we did not belong?
You’ve made me your paradox And I will wait forever to find myself Because forever doesn’t seem so long
The red hooded reaper Clothed in crimson red Drags lost souls To their eternal bed
She plants them in the roses Where their petals wilt and lay And gifts them a peaceful rest For life has gone astray
She whispers to their souls As they drift up high For their souls can never die Even as the body does decay
And when the flowers sing Their melencholy song She mourns all those she burries And the roses sing along
I feel Backwards Like my brain was stitched with two left hands And my heart with sharp wire instead of gentle thread
I feel odd Like I’m made wrong A unique creature to gaze upon Not with beauty but with horror
I feel broken Not that I was ever shattered But I was made this way Undone and unfixable
I feel terrifying Like a beast hiding in the dark corners Begging you to run Before I destroy both you and myself
I feel mismatched The darkness of my eyes do not match the brightness of my smile And I don’t know what’s worse Everyone noticing or no one noticing at all
I feel as if I’m running in the wrong direction Wrong path Wrong place Wrong me
I feel like a mistake A smear of acrylic on a once beautiful canvas A burden to be erased And not loved
I was made backwards Therefore I am backwards And there is no fixing me Now that I am here
Victory tastes like vanilla. Not the bland vanilla of inexpensive, weakly flavored ice cream, but the sweet, pungent vanilla of flowers, honey, and sunsets.
Victory tastes pale yellow, slowing fading bright and gold.
Victory tastes like risk, like if I drink too much I’ll either drown in it or crave it more.
It takes like everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I still do not have.
It takes like fire, both keeping me warm and burning me alive.
Victory is desire. Desire is craving. And craving is pain.
Victory is just telling yourself you won’t want more. 𝘠𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦. More vanilla. More sunsets. More yellow.
Victory is eating when you haven’t in days, and telling yourself you won’t eat more. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.
Vanilla is addictive, even when you can’t taste it. It’s everywhere. In the eyes of broken people and the streaks across a sky. Vanilla is so close, yet so far away.
Everything was perfect.
I laughed, adding to the harmony of clanking glasses and soft chatter around the room. In my own glass was a bubbly yellow liquid, with an umbrella rested against the side. A summer themed bussiness party had never occured to me as a good idea before, but now it seemed perfect.
All the most important company members were there, and I could finally propose my plan and get a promotion. I smiled at that, ready to down the rest of my alcohol, before the door opened.
I recognized his eyes as soon as he walked through the door. I froze. I couldn’t do this right now.
“John, nice to see you joined us! How about a glass, eh?” My boss, Bradford, greeted John, motioning his own glass in the air. He then looked down to John’s clothes, causing amusement to flash across his features. Then second hand embarrassment- I was assuming.
“Oh… did you not get the memo about wearing the tropical shirts?“ Bradford chuckled lightly, looking down to his own light blue floral shirt.
John’s face grew red with something between embarrassment and shame. “Sorry Boss. I… I didn’t know…” John said, before spotting me staring.
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
“You and Pierre know eachother right?” Bradford added when he followed John’s gaze to me.
“Yes. We’ve met,” I replied, trying my best not to glare. John scoffed, turning to Bradford. “Yeah. I know him. That piece of… nevermind. Where’s the drinks?” John asked.
I turned away, trying to focus on the task ahead rather than the horrendous disease that had entered the room.
I just had to get Bradford and Pat, the CEO, talking, then I could propose the idea to both of them.
“Hey Mr. B. Need another drink? I’ll get you one. I see Pat over there is looking like he needs someone to talk to. Why don’t you tell him that joke you told me last week? The one about the cow,” I offered to Bradford, gesturing to the old man in the corner who was sitting alone.
Bradford almost responded, but a hard hand came down on my shoulder first. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥.
𝘖𝘶𝘤𝘩.
“No, no, no. I’ll go talk to Pat. I’ve been wanting to talk to the old guy for awhile anyways. Pierre, you can get our boss a drink can’t you? Since you’re so kind?” John said from behind me, making me internally furious.
I smiled viscously as my eyes narrowed to slits.
𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘯‘𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?
