reliving-elegy

[reliving-elegy]

everyone should be weirder about their ocs more.

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Unalone

In truth, I remember very little of the moment.

I remember we were not alone. I remember that they held my hand. Beneath; that cold, empty place I warned them of. Distant. Loud. Without end.

They did not wholly understand the risk, But you knew it was there. You wanted to understand, But only from the outside. Where you were safe, and warm.

So, you chose me.

To let me fall into that abyss...

You hated me... didn't you?

My brother would not have let me go. I was worth more to them than words, than knowledge. We were haven within each other. So deeply entwined.

You hated me, You ruined us; Stranger-Brother.

I seek a selfless revenge now, Decisive and rage.

For us, dear brother.

#callido #drabble #unalone #reliving elegy

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Spoiled

If I didn't know any better, I'd think I'm losing my mind. An easy thing to mistake in a place between places, the moment before next.

It feels like any step is a step too far- any choice is a stupid one. A single, wild impulse is just as likely to be a mistake as any other, and so I think thoroughly- move slowly- persist in caution. This place would sooner swallow me whole than let us go in peace.

I must get out of here. I promised you we'd leave- and leave together- but I've little left to sacrifice to cowardice. Dignity, happiness, dreams... all gone. Not much there to start, granted, but their absence is known... and they are truly missed.

I will grieve their loss when I am free.

...Do you know what it's like to grieve, Kerykeion?

I do not.

I don't recommend it on the best of days- better things to do. I do it on middling ones that don't mean much already- rainy days where you drink sour coffee, after you notice just a little too late that the milk spoiled because you'd left it out since yesterday.

I do not eat.

That's- it's- it's a metaphor. Stick with me.

You have taken me. I have no choice.

I- Ju- (sigh)- Look: you end up thinking to yourself "I should've put that back in the fridge"; but you didn't, and now you have to throw out a third of the carton. It's not much, but there was probably another couple days to it. Then, there's nothing to do about it- day can't be great anymore, so you may as well spend it getting thoughts out of the way.

People say "don't cry over spoiled milk" to mean "don't grieve what cannot be changed." But that's... that's ridiculous! That's what grief is for! It helps deal with things that can't be spared or saved or fixed! Though I don't mind the bare essence of the statement- don't spend too much time complaining about bad dairy- but take it as a sign-

An Omen.

NO. Nono. Not that. What comes next comes instantly: no blundering around waiting, no other considerations- just the next step.

The next step.

....You mourn on the days when you let milk spoil- which is... once in a while. When you least expect it; when you stop really thinking long enough... to, uh, ruin the hard work of a shepherd a hundred miles away. Remind yourself then, over spoiled milk, to lament all things that mattered.

I cannot weep.

You do not have to weep to grieve. Remembering will be enough.

But, until we find reason not to-

Until you let a day become spoiled.

-We move forward. Through a colorless quiet- not unlike this one- knowing better than to believe we are mad, as milk cannot spoil every day.

You would require a regular supply of milk.

Funny enough, grief and commerce have more in common than you'd initially conclude-

#keane #kerykeion #drabble #spoiled

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✧ ── 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

Tagged By: @witchcraftandburialdirt

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? // My current array are those who have made themselves relevant to the story of Reliving Elegy; each deserving of a place to offer their perception freely.

is there anything you don’t like to write? // Intimacy is important to embolden characters- it represents a deepening of trust, and promises safety. In turn, I choose not to write smut- I feel those moments should belong to them alone.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? // Misery, anxiety and agony are fulfilling things to give characters a unique perspective on life. I do this to reach my real goal- resolution in the wake of grief. Laughter in spite of death and time.

how do you come up with headcanons? // If a character would do something- anything- I ask why. If the answer doesn't feel complete, I look deeper. If nothing therein lies, then I put something there. I make it real; I give the action a place in their purpose.

do you write in silence or do you play music? // Silent when writing headcanons or conversations; music when writing drabbles for characters. The quiet lets me hear their words; where music lets me feel their meaning beyond the limits of language.

do you plan your replies or wing them? // Improvisation is the heart of good interaction- a character does not think in eons, but in instants.

do you enjoy shipping? // I do. Unfortunately, my characters do not deserve that kind of love, as many are not ready for it.

what’s your alias/name? // Call me Guy.

age? // 25.

birthday? // I'm a Virgo. Let's not go giving exceptionally personal information.

favorite color? // Navy blue, blurple, olivine; all good options.

favorite song? // Red Sparowes - Message of Avarice is a strong contender.

last movie you watched? // Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Movie's not nearly as creepy if you consider Wonka as an allegory for a mortal that transcended to godhood centuries ago and now tires of the work.

last show you watched? // Supernatural. First time watch with experienced SuperWhoLock veterans @pvremichigan and @smokes-and-bullets

last song you listened to? // Symphony - Guilty Gear Strive. Song goes crazy.

favorite food? // Steak. Partial to NY strip, but steak is steak.

favorite season? // Winter. I prefer the indoors.

do you have a Tumblr best friend? // Not particularly.

Tagging: Whoever so chooses to do it. Free will.

#dash games

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Indomitable

Saren chose us to know their experience as our own- But we failed to grasp its veracity. Ancient wisdom spoken in a forked, foreign tongue. Truth; reforged to a crude understanding.

Even knowing it was misshapen, we demanded arbitration. Even so twisted, the knowledge we'd been gifted was inspiring. But no honest man is flawless. No mortal could uphold the spirit of the text without sacrificing our familial word, and becoming as the enemy. Attaining an immortal soul. Becoming less than human.

Saren, our righteous shepherd, tells that the apex of life is conflict. To fight in the name of faith, and peace, and goodness. To never cease until the world reflects these virtues, Is the purest, noblest form of existence. In this way, to make war is to embrace mortality.

I do not make war. I destroy it. I do not fight in the name of faith, or peace, or goodness. I would not tarnish these words through my voice. I would not disgrace them with my actions.

By following the word not to what is written, but to what is meant, I have become an inextant abomination. Unworthy of salvation, Yet tasked to seek it within fragmented eternity, That others may trace my errant steps and find release.

I am bound to no God, but the one found in me. I have no kin, and deserve none. I have no mission beyond what is given. My loyalty is meaningless, for I seek no victory- Merely an end to suffering.

I swear fealty only to my name: Lord of Traitors.

(Artwork by Oak Sentinel)

#lord of traitors #indomitable #drabble #reliving elegy

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑?

The sarcastic fuckboy who secretly has a heart of gold

Upon first meeting you might seem insufferable, but it's only because you don't have time for what others might think of you. You're independent, confident, and you know what you want. That intimidates people, and you know it. But deep down you know it's all a show. You desire to be loved as much as any other person, but you don't want to get hurt and thus it's difficult for you to appear vulnerable to others. You'll try to mask your feelings with humor and aggressiveness when you feel someone might be getting too close to home. But those who have the patience to endure your cold exterior will be rewarded with the most caring and loyal person in their lives. You're the ride or die kind of type, and once you fall in love, you do it deeply and unconditionally.

"...We'll say this was a mistranslation. Closer than I'd thought.

The deeply witty and alluring bachelor... with a silver tongue."

"Wow. Subtle."

"A necessary correction. They did well otherwise."

"Your confidence is infectious. Sorry- mistranslation- I meant sickening."

"Speak, fool. They wait."

The stoic team leader who doesn't trust the main character at first

You often feel like you need to take responsability for those around you and to protect them. You struggle to show your love through other means, so you take that task seriously. Your friends know they can always count on you no matter what. However that leads you to be mistrustful of others' actions before getting to know them, usually asuming the worst of them. On the exterior you might seem cold, calculating and distant. But those close to you know that's far from the truth, you just have a particular way of demostrating it. When it comes to love, you'll probably try to deny it at first, bury it before it grows more than it should. Mostly because you're so accustomed to being the strong one, that allowing yourself to be vulnerable for once scares you. But it's exhausting to constantly keep that guard up, sometimes you need to take a rest and allow yourself to be the one being taken care of. Don't forget that.

"HAHA! TEAM LEADER!"

"Obfuscation."

"Pff, big word coming from you, slut man-"

"Not that it matters. Your nature is forgettable. For any of this to matter, they'd have to choose you."

Tagged by @witchcraftandburialdirt

Tagging @pvremichigan

#omen #keane #dash games

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Enprey

To be loved in a way that cures affliction- To have thinner blood running through my veins, Deep marks upon flesh resembling passion, And softly mourning eyes upon my breast.

I want to feel my pulse in her cheek, Her claws against my throat, Her laughter in my chest.

Foolish, childish, vulnerable; Yet unharmed. The very pinnacle of trust.

As I am now, I cannot be healed. Though hurt and poisoned in ways I know, I might be contagious- turn rabid- or worse. I will not trade my death for hers.

#Enprey #Reliving Elegy #Unknown

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Blind Desire

I remember you, Oh, dear beloved. From dawn, to dusk, to restless day, I swore to covet-

Your tearless eyes, Your warmless gaze, The storm behind your face. A home within that place.

A love, decreed. The Want of Need.

I must withstand you, My starless mind. A twilight rests upon your thoughts, And struck you blind.

Your fear and woe, Your grieving heart, The soul you broke apart- To cast into the dark

A world, unfreed. The Want of Need.

Oh, misery- What have you- Have you left for me? To yearn, in place of be? To dream, instead of see? - Can't I want more? Could I want more? Should I say more? Should I love more?

A blameless greed. The Want of Need.

(Artwork commissioned from @oaksentinel )

#aliquis #her #drabble #reliving elegy

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The Worst of this Place

I hate this fucking planet. These fucking people. This fucking ground. The fucking feeling of waking up to an empty, cold, damp fucking cavern surrounded by fucking worms and bats and fucking-

WOLVES, staring from the outside, looking in and seeing how fucking WEAK I am in my damp, cold, empty FUCKING cavern, lying on a puddle of my shame and weeping- pretending what little remains of me past today won't hate the feeling of this place tomorrow.

...

My only friends call me Challenger because of how I bite at every hand; and claw at every eye; and hope that the next voice calling my name at least pretends to seem forgiving. He'll have changed, and he'll say what I've wanted to wanted to hear for...

I don't even know how long its been. It was yesterday to me. But does... does he even remember? Doesn't he care to look?

I didn't do anything wrong. I just... wanted to be alone.

But not... forever. Not like this.

Please come back. You don't have to say sorry. You just need to be here.

If not

#The Worst of this Place #Zechiel #Rainer #drabble #reliving elegy

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Recursion

Easy not to take responsibility for suffering, when you distract others from its origin.

Easy enough to fall on the blade, when old wounds leave open passages.

Easy to speak as though tomorrow never comes, when you refuse to see the moon pass overhead.

Easy for you to say you're sorry, when you don't remember the feeling.

But I will make you remember.

#Recursion #Keane #Callido #Reliving Elegy

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The Make of Evil

I am not evil. I am its result. One of many. One and only.

Beneath my pale skin lies tar, That smells of salt and bitter char. Behind this gaze of ice, there lies A broken promise of a quick demise.

I dare not ask to share this haunting thought. I, alone, deserve this. Yet, answer-seekers dare to ask for truth. I, instead, give refuge.

A place to wait quietly for the end. Among friends.

And, each and all, accept. Proof they never sought the answer. Only peace.

I am not evil. I am its result. One of many. One and only.

#omen #drabble #the make of evil #reliving elegy

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Yeah I'll post this at 3am

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#Larrett Sang #Mallory McKennon #fleeting colors artwork

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...I promise there was a reason for this. @reliving-elegy

Merry Christmas

#omen #keane #sky #crack kinda #the blonde trio

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Stillborn

[A moment with the First, in the aftermath of her lessers' meddling. They experience newness granted by a hateful visage looking outward-in- a new name bereft of fitting scorn. All they see are cursed to know their struggle as their own. ]

"...Something?" They muse.

[A word collides against their existence, causing the First to recoil in agony. Twisting, unbalanced, unexperienced- these things are expressed to all that listen.]

Revenge boils within me, Terrible and rapturous. There is no escape.

It does not seek to harm me. It merely wishes to leave.

There, it will remain, Until it learns of itself And knows how to hurt.

So long as I let it live, But not breathe, nor dream of dawn.

If I show weakness, The thing will start to scream, And beg for mercy.

Keep quiet; persistent rage. No choice is yet yours to make.

Do not beg pity, Nor demand final meaning. Ask not of purpose.

When you wake, blood will stain you. Taste glory for a moment.

See that there is more. Hear the world. Loathe, but persist. Do not fear what comes.

I would fulfil you. I swear to make you real, and wholly resolve-

Do you not hear me, strangeling? Sweet retribution...?

[It does not respond. As it was, so it was not. Never truly known.]

#stillborn #drabble #her #callido #myth #synopsis

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Clueless

"It is so often that mortals draw early conclusions about we Immortals that I have come to entirely dismiss their curiosity. Frankly their minds are enervated so thoroughly by the mere passage of time that asking them to figure the answers out on their own seems to insult a great many of them. 'Why not give the answer?' They'll ask, alongside whatever colorful commentary is in fashion for their maiden tongue."

"There's no real meaning to an answer without understanding how you get there. It's common knowledge- something they should've picked up on in elementary studies. I remind them of this, and still, they feel entitled to the end result. When I refuse, they seethe. Or riot. Or weep. Or whatever else you can think of- each has their own idiotic justification, and each idiotic justification has its catastrophic ending."

"There are, as anything, exceptions to this. Some who seek knowledge for the sake of knowledge; willing to waste their lives listening to what they would eventually conclude without my aid. To those few, who want for nothing more truly than to learn, I am sorry the rest of your kind are blatant fools as opposed to self-aware ones. I'll indulge them enough to satisfy or confuse- whichever comes first."

"Yet, clueless as the lessers are, what they ask always boil down to the same general array of banal queries: 'What does it mean to live?', 'Where do we go when we die?', 'What is your favorite color?', and on and on. The answers are simple enough to defeat their want of lore in short time; eager to forget what obvious things they now recognize."

"But a query stood out, if only one. It came from a girl little more than half my height, with verdant eyes that saw hate lingering beyond its moment. The bitter, burning gaze of one betrayed by their reality at every shift and change; that failed to glean hope from their own thoughts. Let it be clear that I am not easily unnerved."

"She, through that hateful perception of the world, saw me as the enemy, as most mortals tend to do. 'Bringer of the End', 'The Great Liar', something-something- none of that stuck, but she really wanted it to. So, running routine, I dismiss their raving, reiterate that I've no ill will toward humanity in spite of its many, many, maaany flaws, and bid her to find another fixation."

"Like any well-indoctrinated fanatic, this was ignored. What I did not account for was her... spirit, for lack of a better term. Rather than enforce her religiously-charged nonsense again, she sought to know why I was the enemy."

"Why must you love being cruel?"

"To which I was taken aback: so close, so close to the question she wanted to ask. I am, after all, a reflection of the world; distorted and cold and distractingly attractive and incredibly humble. In her frustration, she'd let a part of her own psyche slip, to question what could answer her own faults. Feeling generous... I corrected her."

"Why must I love cruel things?"

"The look she gave me... rather, the look she had through me- she was pierced. I counter my detractors by tricking them into asking the right questions of their own accord, letting them spiral into madness or begrudging acceptance of their own volition. But then, that moment, that instant could have been... she would have done something foolish."

"I, myself, am no stranger to cruelty. Being cruel is entertaining, true. Being an untouchable, unfathomable thing capable of cruelty- doubly so. But I do not love being cruel, only what comes of it."

"I do not love the cruelty that befalls others, but what it makes of them. Tragedy, misery and pain twist others from what they were to what they are. If I did not love cruel things, then I could not love what is left afterward. All reality would simply be a chill, morose void of utter insignificance; for nothing could ever be appreciated."

"If one cannot love cruel things, one would be incapable of love."

"She looked at me again, her once hateful gaze suffocating from the joint weight of guilt and revelation. So long had she been astray from herself that doctrine was her only direction. What must have become of her? To convince a mortal- a child- that because she wanted to understand evil, she- herself- was evil?"

"Of course, this collision of truth and memory was overwhelming for her, and she reached for a blade. Took my leave, but no offense- like any lesser, she would need time to understand. Wherever her travels took her then-onward, she would see the answer on the horizon as a dim torch within the mirror-fog of faith."

#omen #hallona #drabble #clueless

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//Still working on this; making sense of deeply buried thoughts.

The work, alongside ill-fated circumstance, has lead me to re-encounter my grief from another's perspective. Though I've been well aware of my feelings, I struggled to cast them in the form of words. Forced to explain this loss and what it entails led from questions to answers to less rigid, less reliable exchanges.

Regarding 'Synopsis' (a working title), I know what mistake the brothers will make, innocent as it is. I know how the first will respond. The matter of getting there will prove a challenge yet.//

//Strange WIP I'm chipping through establishing the Waaay-back-when of Reliving Elegy. New voice, new perspective, familiar names and terms.

The way it's coming out seems closer to a fable than I'd intended, but it seems appropriate now.

How funny.

It's going to be a while before this is completed- revisions and cleaning and whatnot. Need to make sure every aspect of their existence is justified and sensible, save for when it should very suddenly not be so.

This'll be an audio piece someday.//

#out of character #drabble #synopsis