Post by kanai on Jun 2, 2005 19:35:55 GMT -5
The stars were set on a grave, monochrome stage. On some nights, they were outlined in ethereal touches of wintery blue, cold and heavenly in divine serenity; apart from the petty issues of this world, they maintained perfect beauty. That was on some nights, for some eyes; for some people.
Now they were metallic and really, truly lifeless. There was no astral purity to them; they were all robotic and purposeful, like stern, working machines that had to be, needed to be. Their wicked clarity was painful to him, as most things were. He could not fathom beauty in this state of absolute loneliness. Thin, waxy tree trunks wound around smokey shadows and puddles of moonlight. He looked out from amongst them, shying away into the more private depths of Chaos Hills' woods with precautionary trepidation.
They could be out there, looking for him. He remembered them, all afraid to laugh but not afraid to scream in rage and strike out in fury. They were all afraid of her, the one who wielded power that could not be outrightly challenged.
What good was he in the face of that power? Everything they loved and feared him for was useless and insignificant when compared to the strength to protect. Protecting your life, your freedom, your beliefs... It meant so much to him. The power to do all these things had been close, and it had eluded him, rejecting him for another link in the bloodline. Somewhere down the line, others would receive his mother's belittling prowess, and he would always hide from and adore it.
Oh, it was ironic.
The taste of heartless steel made him break with these thoughts, and he began to cry suddenly. When you were alone, everything was so much more intimate. He might look back later whenever he was happy and refer to these tender moments as "pathetic" and "weak," but now he did not. Now, this moment was excusable and poetic. It gleamed with something sad and bright he did not understand or further explore. It possessed the immortality of music; a melody that could not be judged, apart from the strict standards of critics, was not scorned for its hope and its raw emotion.
It was so wonderful to indulge in his faults, his ignorance... and call them all beautiful.
(and now to reply to everyone else's posts. XD;
sorry, by the way, the tsume in this post is the pure star in the last pick-up. unfortunately, my internet's having some problems, so i haven't been able to post him yet.)#nosmileys#nosmileys
Now they were metallic and really, truly lifeless. There was no astral purity to them; they were all robotic and purposeful, like stern, working machines that had to be, needed to be. Their wicked clarity was painful to him, as most things were. He could not fathom beauty in this state of absolute loneliness. Thin, waxy tree trunks wound around smokey shadows and puddles of moonlight. He looked out from amongst them, shying away into the more private depths of Chaos Hills' woods with precautionary trepidation.
They could be out there, looking for him. He remembered them, all afraid to laugh but not afraid to scream in rage and strike out in fury. They were all afraid of her, the one who wielded power that could not be outrightly challenged.
What good was he in the face of that power? Everything they loved and feared him for was useless and insignificant when compared to the strength to protect. Protecting your life, your freedom, your beliefs... It meant so much to him. The power to do all these things had been close, and it had eluded him, rejecting him for another link in the bloodline. Somewhere down the line, others would receive his mother's belittling prowess, and he would always hide from and adore it.
Oh, it was ironic.
The taste of heartless steel made him break with these thoughts, and he began to cry suddenly. When you were alone, everything was so much more intimate. He might look back later whenever he was happy and refer to these tender moments as "pathetic" and "weak," but now he did not. Now, this moment was excusable and poetic. It gleamed with something sad and bright he did not understand or further explore. It possessed the immortality of music; a melody that could not be judged, apart from the strict standards of critics, was not scorned for its hope and its raw emotion.
It was so wonderful to indulge in his faults, his ignorance... and call them all beautiful.
(and now to reply to everyone else's posts. XD;
sorry, by the way, the tsume in this post is the pure star in the last pick-up. unfortunately, my internet's having some problems, so i haven't been able to post him yet.)#nosmileys#nosmileys