09-23-2020, 03:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-23-2020, 03:46 AM by Xenodaemon.)
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“I don’t need to be a constellation. I’m okay with just being a rock.”
A hum comes steady from the ever trembling vessel, as something strangely kind leaves the eternal cold graveyard— a forgotten, unforgivable home made of stolen bones and starless skies. Perhaps, it is the understanding in the quiet, aching words, uttered by someone who was born to be a beacon, yet only to have himself be consumed by his own glory when no one had told him that light is never meant to be just gentle. ( THE STARS KNOW HOW TO KILL THEMSELVES, HOW TO EVOLVE INTO MONSTERS TOO. )
Ploútōn looks at Klaus and in his eyes, the darkness stares back at him.
“I believe that you are worth more than a rock, Klaus, but I can understand if you do not agree with me,” he mutters, glancing back at the sky, ignoring the loneliness that wails in the dearly dead boy’s heart. “The world had taken your lights, turned them into something that produces wealth, attention, popularity, anything for themselves and never for you. You have been gone in the dark for too long.” With his lights stolen, Klaus is lost in a place that does not have a name, therefore, he can not be found.
( He is the only person who can save himself. )
“How much knowledge do you have in constellations anyway?”
“I don’t need to be a constellation. I’m okay with just being a rock.”
A hum comes steady from the ever trembling vessel, as something strangely kind leaves the eternal cold graveyard— a forgotten, unforgivable home made of stolen bones and starless skies. Perhaps, it is the understanding in the quiet, aching words, uttered by someone who was born to be a beacon, yet only to have himself be consumed by his own glory when no one had told him that light is never meant to be just gentle. ( THE STARS KNOW HOW TO KILL THEMSELVES, HOW TO EVOLVE INTO MONSTERS TOO. )
Ploútōn looks at Klaus and in his eyes, the darkness stares back at him.
“I believe that you are worth more than a rock, Klaus, but I can understand if you do not agree with me,” he mutters, glancing back at the sky, ignoring the loneliness that wails in the dearly dead boy’s heart. “The world had taken your lights, turned them into something that produces wealth, attention, popularity, anything for themselves and never for you. You have been gone in the dark for too long.” With his lights stolen, Klaus is lost in a place that does not have a name, therefore, he can not be found.
( He is the only person who can save himself. )
“How much knowledge do you have in constellations anyway?”
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I AM AFRAID OF MYSELF AND SO ARE THE GODS
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