I only bring death.
(Source: ink-stained-pages)
In my own salvation, and your eternal slumber
"Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return."
{Independent Genesis Rhapsodos RP}
{I've been away quite long enough.}
"Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return."
{Independent Genesis Rhapsodos RP}
{I've been away quite long enough.}
The poet had heard of this one.
Exercising a sensible amount of caution, he stood with a straight posture and his weary gaze set on the Wutian girl not-too-far away. With barely pursed lips, he muttered a greeting. “Afternoon, Miss.”
“Genesis.”
Perhaps not that, but many things had changed. Such as the fact that the name brought forth from tongue and lip was calmly stated, no smile lighting deep in indigo eyes for the sake of face or protocol, no warmth coming forth from the living furnace of what had been a SOLDIER. It was careful, clear and concise no doubt, but wary. As if the man who thrilled in the hunt of the rattle snake had finally gone deaf, and could no longer hear those tell tale warnings of impending strike. It was that caution, nearly withdrawn nature coming from a normally open but reserved man, monster, that spoke of what had changed. Bonds were under stress, lives had been lost, honor was absent.
Yet he was not heartless.
Calmly did proud head tilt, loose bangs untamable catching against the heavy shadow of unshaved jaw, and the elder of the two winged companions rumbled forth a more fitting reply. “You’ve come back.”
A bit of his spirit felt somewhat splintered, perhaps even slightly injured at the very subtle change in tone. The change of times had not hit the poet as they should have— in his ignorance of time passed, there was also a formidable fear that would soon grow in the failed hero. Could things ever be the same?
No, he decided on his own. Within a matter of seconds, Genesis came to realize most of his mistakes and wrongdoings in the past. He was at fault for many things that happened, and no matter how much nor how truly he repented, the truth of the present could not be changed. Things were not as when he was a boy.
Despite such sobering thoughts, there was also the lingering hope that something new could be carved. “My friend, the fates are cruel. It seems that I am undeserving of death. Even through my pleas and pardons, the Goddess would not allow me to be at peace.”
(Source: nodreamsnohonor)
“A-ah…I understand…” Sera sniffled and moved her head away so she could wipe her face with her sleeve. Nine months was a long time to disappear off the face of the Planet and a lot had happen since then. She faintly smiled despite her tears. “O-okay. I-I’ll hold you to that.”
Using his gloved digits, Genesis wiped the trails of tears off of her cheeks, glad to see that she was smiling nonetheless. “What happened in my leave?” he asked, leaving his palm light on her shoulder.
(Source: nodreamsnohonor)
The seeress sniffed and buried her head in his chest. “Y-You c-could’ve visited o-once in a while…I-I missed y-you…”
Hesitating before speaking, the poet managed to explain, “It was a very rough place to be in. I’m sorry that I couldn’t visit in my time away. I will not be leaving anytime soon, however, I can promise you that.”
(Source: nodreamsnohonor)
In a passing moment, the softest of expressions crossed the former SOLDIER’s face, immediately calmed by the others presence. Ever since he was a boy, he had valued that man as a friend, and even now— through death and revitalization— nothing had changed in that aspect.
“Angeal,” the redhead greeted endearingly.
