Post by Vincent on Jan 24, 2008 18:05:13 GMT -5
A sleeping form laid on the ground before a mass of white Makko, that pristine mass was encased around another sleeping figure. Both of them would be forever young in body, for different reasons though their destinies were eternally and tragically entwined. One seemed to be dreaming while the other was in more of a comatose conition that maintained her sleeping beauty.
This was the only place he could ever truly rest, in peace.
Nowhere else had felt right since leaving a coffin, having friends did not always meant things became any easier. But they likely never knew at all since he had never told any of them at all, their own burdens were enough at this point. Did he know about what was going on in the world outside this crystaline mausoleum? With how peacefully he slept it seemed entirely unlikely. . . but that came to an end as a great nightmare intruded upon the slumber:
Reality.
Forces held back by the man's will when awake became rather restless, with waves of crimson energy passing through his body as proof. This jarred him back into the world many would like to wake up from, Crimson eyes opening wide before clenching shut as he became aware of what was going on. Utilizing another force inside of himself, the Ebony haired man brought under control what no one else had been capable of in his long life.
". . .?"
Moving into a crouch, and then onto feet covered by golden plated boots he steadied himself within a minute. It was then his eyes drifted up with longing to the woman he often mourned, being the man she seemed to have often lamented. A sigh and wordless apology escaped him before turning around a complete 180 degrees and walking toward the cevern's exit without glancing back once. The longing left his eyes, replaced by a cold layer of emotion which fit his Crimson eyes and the cloak that flowed behind him.
It was time to see what had been missed.
[Just ret-conning him. No one's meant to reply to this.]
This was the only place he could ever truly rest, in peace.
Nowhere else had felt right since leaving a coffin, having friends did not always meant things became any easier. But they likely never knew at all since he had never told any of them at all, their own burdens were enough at this point. Did he know about what was going on in the world outside this crystaline mausoleum? With how peacefully he slept it seemed entirely unlikely. . . but that came to an end as a great nightmare intruded upon the slumber:
Reality.
Forces held back by the man's will when awake became rather restless, with waves of crimson energy passing through his body as proof. This jarred him back into the world many would like to wake up from, Crimson eyes opening wide before clenching shut as he became aware of what was going on. Utilizing another force inside of himself, the Ebony haired man brought under control what no one else had been capable of in his long life.
". . .?"
Moving into a crouch, and then onto feet covered by golden plated boots he steadied himself within a minute. It was then his eyes drifted up with longing to the woman he often mourned, being the man she seemed to have often lamented. A sigh and wordless apology escaped him before turning around a complete 180 degrees and walking toward the cevern's exit without glancing back once. The longing left his eyes, replaced by a cold layer of emotion which fit his Crimson eyes and the cloak that flowed behind him.
It was time to see what had been missed.
[Just ret-conning him. No one's meant to reply to this.]