08-13-2018, 03:44 AM
[div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"][align=right]// Sharing few more of my favourite posts with Ayon
Behind the glory gold in fire comes a fragile, little lost star. / Catching after magic dusts and silver serenity, like comfort found in counting constellations. / The star child stands besides his sister, head high and posture strong. / A mountain against the oceans. / A tree against the storms. / Ayon glances at Charon and watches her mouth moving. / He blinks, shifting his soft gaze on to the beast who inhales nicotine and exhales hurricanes before him. / He tilts his head.
January angel. / Does the kit first notice the pair of broken haloes stitched in his shoulders. / He thinks of how the beast's heart must beat to the music art of wild rains and dead seas. / Tragedy sets in between ivory ribs. / Breathing saltwater, lungs burning. / Always there. / Always a reminder given against his flesh and organs he is still alive. / Ayon takes a step closer to the older male and shifts. / January angel. / A beauty with sharp teeth and storm borne eyes.
❝ Pret..ty... ❞ mutters Ayon, his voice belonging to a ghost; cold and quiet. / He averts his eyes from the jaguar and stares at the basket. / Seeing the weapons and herbs in there, approval flickers across baby blue eyes. / He claps his forepaws a couple times, mortal veins burns with excitement, before he peeks into the container and starts examining the items, celestial mind immediately absent in the rolling waves of interest and curiosity. / World forgotten. / Lights gone.
Working. / Working. / Must work.
Must clean after the storm's tears and screams. / Must kiss on the roses for well growth and strength. / Must not fall back. / Must go forward and strive for warm blood and white eyes.
So, there, the star child of dreams and wishes limps across the somber forest. / A light in darkness. / An attraction for the eager eyes and greedy mouths. / Though, Ayon does not care about anything but to keep moving forward.
Let the glass shards and ashes sets against his paws, and let him weep and bleed, for he will understand the meaning of endurance. / Let him try, try, and try, just as much as Prestige tried to protect Sola.
( May he fail, but at least his determination will fall to become a tale. )
Ayon stops at the sight of a large figure standing ahead. / Waiting. / Mouth moving... / His eyes narrows before a flicker they widens. / Celestial mind whirls around the fact Pres is...right there. / In a different body, but alive.
He takes a step closer to the other, gold heart beating confusion. / Loud and clear. / Violence in silence. / ❝ Pr-Pres... ❞ / A whisper through the winds, nearly fusing. / Nature sings the child of soft skeleton and iron heart a welcome home.
He inhales the waves of strength and pushes himself to stand right in front of Prestige, as so the snow leopard said it himself. / He stares at Pres' body. / All new, yet...different. / He glances at his own foreleg where it's wrapped with cobwebs.
He recalls spilling his own blood to let the white rose drown in his ruby red—an honor given to Prestige, protector of solar crown and raging roses. / Wonder burns within tiring brain if his gesture made the Advisor rise like a star reborn.
Ayon thinks, and thinks, and it only leaves him a question for Prestige.
❝ H-how?... ❞
( Define shadow: [sup]Noun[/sup] 1. A dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface. / 2. Partial or complete darkness, especially as produced in this way. )
All teeth. / All shadows underneath shadows. / All teeth. / Their thin white lights hangs at the back of his celestial mind. / Though, no comfort is found in any of them when they only outlines their shapes, forming both black and white teeth within his head. / Tearing thoughts. / Biting brain. / Ripping consciousness.
Ayon came home from the falling visit to Tanglewood unharmed from the greedy eyes and snapping jaws regardless. / Though, his heart weeps over the fact he just...left his family behind there. / His mother's gesture of wrapping him closer to her was a saying he must go. / Flee. / Be free. / Not abandoning them, no, no, no.
With worn out bones and aching fragile flesh, he can only have faith his family will make it out of the danger alright, so, he hope, and hope, and hope.
( There is only silence in black and white. )
Chest tightens from ivory ribcage trapping in his heart and lungs closer together, the lost star gasps broken wishes and tries to reach out for anything that are close to him. / Let him be brave. / Let him breathe. / Let him rise from his grave and touch the stars.
One, two, three, there, Ayon finds a book suitable for the children's eager eyes and ears from the library, where he often finds ease in the most out of anywhere. / While he believes this work appears easy but intriguing for him to keep out the unwanted teeth and emerald hearts, however, he himself can't do it alone.
Help. / Help. / Help.
The kit takes the children book and takes off, movements erratic. / He ends up in front of a room that belongs to—
❝ ...Ch...Charon... ❞ / Charon. / Charon. / Charon. / His older sister in glory gold. / Ayon lets his voice enter through the door's bottom space without opening it. / A breeze across the cemetery into a pale church. / He hesitates, but pushes the book behind his call for her to know his reason of being there. / ❝ Re..ad... ❞
One, two, three. / ❝ Ple-plea... ❞ / Their teeth are growing and growing.
❝Pl-please... ❞
Help. / Help. / Help him.