Just a child author who knows more then they should <3 I do BL and Poems mainly :D ( tornado just passed by me- )
Just a child author who knows more then they should <3 I do BL and Poems mainly :D ( tornado just passed by me- )
Love. A four letter word that is not freely given. As a highly held emotion, it takes a lot of care and practice to gain it from another. Even so, where I hail from, it is a core value, our belief, our way of thinking as a society, that we should care for each other as if we were all one big family. A family that was functional anyways. Welcome to Coloria, where our king freed us. Our gods protect us. And love truly is free.
~~~~POV swap~~~~
Siran began to wander the streets of his new home. Coloria.. the desert jewel’s most trusted ally.. was.. something. Fine silks lined the markets, gold exchanged for fair prices, while those who looked down purely out of misery.. were taken care of by utter strangers. The courts must be spreading false information once more, or maybe Aldrick’s situation is a unique one. The king, so sad within his walls, while his people were thriving.. It was almost enough to make him drag said royal out here to be pampered by his people.
“ Sir-? “ Siran turned around to see a small woman- looking to be about sixteen came up to him. Her soft blond hair was tied up in a neat bun, and she wore robes of satén, a sign of wealth.
“ I am well. And you? “ He nodded.
“ I too am well. If it isn’t your needs that are being met, could it be your husband’s? “ The guard froze at that, a bright pink dusting on his pale cheeks.
“ I- I am afraid I am unmarried. “ He said, voice only shaking at the beginning.
“ Pity, so the rumors of you and the king aren’t true? What a shame, what a shame. “
“ That is correct. “
“ So you are in love with him! “ she all but squealed.
“ I- Whoever said that was true? “ He flushed deeper, pink cheeks turning red.
“ You just did! Oh just wait until I tell mother! “ She ran off before the man could stop her.
Damn..
… .. .
She was correct even so. He _did and still does _fancy the king.
~~~ POV swap ~~~
Aldrick’s fist clenched as he looked outside his carriage, which was especially rare considering how mild the king usually is. This sudden Burst of fury stemmed from the face that Siran, his hunk of a guard, had been outright _flirting _with a woman?! Didn’t he marry a man once before?! Oh why must the gods you with him so- and why was he such a sucker for Siran?! It was unnatural! Unheard of! Inexplicably wrong! And yet.. he couldn’t help it. He was just.. him. And that was all he needed to fall.
( Hopefully I fit the theme- )
( This is an offering to Apollo!! )
Leahla looks around her father’s room, eyes settling on a small box seemingly shoved under the bed. She glanced around, catching her reflection in the mirror, pink eyes meeting pink. Her blond hair was nicely kept, shining like her brother’s, even after cutting most of it off. Tired of staring at her appearance, she went over to the small carved wooden.. letter holder. Yes, inside were her father’s private letters. Ones to her now deceased mother. Now this was a find!
She began to read through them, growing more concerned as times went on. Rather then sweet words of affection, her mother wrote threats to her father. For example ‘ Our room better be without flaw once I return, for if it is not, I will make your body dirty it worse. ‘ .. Tears began to flow down the child’s cheek as she shakily set the box back under the bed.. if this is what love was like- she- she has to warn Alexander! Oh poor father! He had to endure this from mother?! This- this isn’t right!
She dashed out of the room, heading off to where father was dining with Alexander and some friend he brought. While once this idea excited her, now it brought fear.
Hydrus’s face, gone**_
_**His entire race, gone
His kingdom’s he once tried to keep safe, gone
His husband with good tastes, gone
The simple joys he once embraced, _gone _ To them him alive, he must survive
To keep away the lies, he must survive
To preserve their fights, he must survive
For them to be remembered, he must survive
To do anything worth while in this life, he must survive.
But why?
Is it so hard to keep his promise, but why
Is it so hard to be honest, but why
Is the memories so painful, but why
Is life so painful, but why**_
Can’t he just let go..
_**( Did I do it right? )
Aldrick stared blankly at his reflection, unable to recognize who he was. His eyes remained the same shade, gold, and he still bore his scars.. yet what he saw in the mirror was not a scared boy, yearning for the pain to end, but rather a king. This.. this couldn’t be him. It simply made no sense. He can’t look so composed all the time, so regal, so.. put together. It just doesn’t add up! He- He doesn’t understand- is this a dream? A nightmare perhaps- or maybe some magical personnel is playing a prank- a mere jest- a cruel one at that- Yes- yes if he just breaks the mirror- that will break the illusion- then he can see what he really looks like.
Glass shards embedded themselves into his skin, a sharp shattering noise pierced the air as the floor grew messy once more. Aldrick stared at the empty frame, panting as tears welled in his eyes.. pain. Pain. Pain. Was that all he was destined to feel?! The worst of the worst, to meet all the monsters the world has to offer, and not even being able to find solace in his own looks?! .. He needs help.. but.. who would even bother.. after all **he **was meant to be their king- their leader, their martyr, **their protector. **And yet here he was, complaining about his looks.. get it together Aldrick. They need you. He sighed as he went to get dressed, as if nothing had happened. At least there is one thing to actually look forward to today. After all, who wouldn’t celebrate their son falling in love, even if it was with a guy. Even if he envied him in this moment.
((Tw! Abuser’s side of abuse! Manipulation! Proceed with caution!!))
Estia, Estia, Estia, a name of pure pain.
Pity, pity, pity, something she does not gain.
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, is all that she brings.
It’s not my fault, her heart will sing.
Parents, parents, parents, which shown no love.
How, how, how, was she to shove.
Her heart, her heart, her heart, into his hands.
When he had other plans.
A strike, a strike, a strike, across his cheek.
Was all, was all, was all that was needed for her to make him bleed.
His life, his life, his life, hung by a thread.
Aldrick wished she were dead.
And that was all she needed to learn.
Aldrick sighed as he flushed a gentle red. Siran stood outside, his figure visible through the window the king was leaning against. His pale cloud-like skin almost glowed in the sun as he trained, strong yet not bulky body twisted in ways that Aldrick previously had not known was possible. The guard’s soft white hair blew in the breeze, leaving both his eyepatch and singular blue eye visible on his face. The king couldn’t help but stare at his friend, as he had found himself entranced by the other man, helpless to the pull he felt by the one who swore to protect him. He truly felt pity for whoever wrote him that letter just mere minutes before, as he was completely enraptured by Siran, his secret admiration. Yet all he could do was watch from afar, and that, was enough.. for now.
Laro sighed as he slumped into the grass, weary heart sick with hate. He.. he for the first time in his long life.. hated himself. Why.. why hadn’t he had done something when he could.. why didn’t he notice Baizel’s suffering earlier.. did he.. just not care back then..? Did he.. Did he not love him enough..? Where did it all go wrong.. where did he go wrong.. Maybe it was when they were in that village, the one where Laro was almost killed- No- Not that was selfish of him to think that. After all, he isn’t that important.. but thinking back, Baizel did seem quite.. shaken afterwards. Yet it simply just couldn’t be!
Flashback~>
Fire.
Flames.
Flamboyant sparks.
Flames.
** Fire.**
Laro panted as he ran. Run. Don’t look back. They’ll be fine. They are soldiers after all. Knights who are trained for this sort of thing. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t- Laro stopped in his tracks, freezing as he saw.. a boy. It was but a child that was trapped by a burning peice of wood, unable to call out for help from the amount of smoke flooding his lungs. The healer rushed over, ignoring the pain as he lifted the charred door off him, before picking the child up and dashed away.
“ LARO “ Baizel, his darling knight ran over, embracing him in entirety.
“ Where have you been. “ Ezer, Laro’s elder brother spoke coldly, unable to express the fear and relief he was feeling at that moment.
“ Who’s this-?? “ Baizel pulled away, only enough to look over at the child that stood beside the smaller man.
“ I-I’m Liran.. “ The boy spoke as if.. as if he felt he must to avoid anything.. unwanted.
“ Laro-?? “ Baizel asked,
“ Explain. “ Ezer said, looking over the child from afar.
“ Ah- yes yes. Ahem. “ Laro coughed gently,
“ As I was going to our designated meeting spot, I found a child struggling to breathe while trapped. “ .
“ I see. “ Baizel forced a smile, clearly still anxious over something, but Laro didn’t press. Now, he wished he did.
Three left, two right, as if I were made a knight.
Eyes right, head high, oh how I wish to die.
To fly away, just today, leaving the pain that I made.
Yet here I stand, and here I stay, just to make it all okay.
Or so I thought, that is why I fought, the existential dread.
Of how my wife may return, of how the pain burns, worse then a flame.
The cut of the whip, the place where it hits, splattering red.
The laugh that leaves, the blood that bleeds,
Only one coming from me.
( WIP ;-; )
To be alive is to be dead, which fills me with dread,
To be high is to have hit a low, farther than you can go,
Lies the very cold embrace, of nothingness is great,
Or so I am told.
Yet heart in my hands, here I will stand,
With nothing to find, and nothing to hide,
And everything is light, but nothing is right,
And it just makes me want to cry.