06-26-2018, 09:39 PM
[ ooc ] i really didn't mean for this to be this long lmao oops, but don't feel like you need to match the muse, since most of it's just a flashback / narration, but it would be highly appreciated if you read it! if not, the tl;dr is at the bottom. the most important part is what's not in italics, the last three paragraphs that are not in italics!!
it had all happened so quickly, so unexpectedly. i never imagined it to happen like this, for all of it to go down this way. my mother's death. my friends being taken away from me. and it was all in my paws to save them. i had that power to go back in time to save them. i could've done it. but i didn't want to mess it up. i didn't want to hurt them anymore than i knew i could. but, oh, no, i had fucked up. i fucked up real bad. because my powers are gone now. and so are they.
it had been a normal day like always, the sun shining, the birds chirping. i had been enjoying time with my mother, chatting with her and laughing, practicing the new jokes i had created. but the chat had taken a sour turn. i had dared to finally ask the question of what happened to my father, and where he had been, all this time. i was never given an explanation. i was just expected to never ask, to act like my father didn't exist. my mother's face had immediately darkened, dread heavy in her eyes. a sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head softly. "my aduel, i should have told you a long time ago about your father. and i am sorry i never did. i- i had left him. it was nothing against him, really... i just had to leave."
confusion had filled my eyes as i looked at her, my face scrunched up softly. "eomma, what do you mean by that?" but all she did was smile, staring at me fondly. like she knew what was about to happen to her. i didn't understand. i never would. because that's when everything changed. she had fallen over onto the ground, unconscious, though i had no idea why. my screams had attracted over many others, who helped pick up my eomma and took her a safer place. i knew what this had to be from, but i didn't want to accept it. lung cancer. she had smoked for a long time, the horrid fumes entering her lungs, making her sicker every time she smoked her disgusting roll of nicotine. i had left many times when she did it, to escape breathing in the fumes, and to escape hearing her awful cough. i couldn't take it. and this had caused her to die.
she had been laying in my arms, my tears dripping down my cheeks and onto her face as i held her close to me, cherishing my last moments with her. that when she had spoken her last words to me, breathed her last breath. "you deserve to know where your father is, my love. he's in a clan called the typhoon. i believe in you, and i will always guide you from up in the stars." that's when she went limp, her head rolling softly to the side on my arm. i sobbed into her fur for a very long time, not even noticing my friends had come over to comfort me. it was all over, for that moment. she was gone.
i didn't move for a very long time after her passing, yet my friends stood by my side the entire time. their names... their names had been lucian, with a tough exterior on the outside, but deep down a very caring person, valentine, the carefree boy with an excited attitude, dylan, the leader of our friend group, though i was the eldest, with a level head but clumsy stature, shiloh, the energetic but shy boy, kinsey, the carefree, bubbly child, and ace, the young yet talented one of us all. we were more than a friend group, we were a family. a team. and we had been there for each other. but i couldn't be there for them after my mother's passing. i couldn't save them.
i had locked myself inside of my house i had shared with my mother for a very long time. i couldn't bare to go outside, to see the looks of pity that were given to me whenever i passed someone. i even told my closest friends to leave me be. and during that time i locked myself up, i wasn't there for them when they needed me most. they got hurt, one by one, in different ways, leaving me until i was all alone. and i didn't even know, because i made sure no one had come in to bother me. it wasn't until after a few weeks i came out and found out the news. they were all gone, taken away from me like eomma.
i kept going back in time, little by little, to save them, when eventually, i couldn't anymore. i was stuck in the same time i had been in the very beginning. my power i was gifted with had disappeared. i couldn't save any of them. they were all gone, too far away from my grasp. and to escape the past, i ran away from my only home. i ran, and ran, and ran, until i couldn't feel anything anymore. i collapsed on the ground, my tears soaking the grass beneath me. i am a terrible person. i could've done better.
yet i finally accepted it. i chose to live with it. the past is the past. but i know one day this power of mine will come once again, and i will be able to help my true family once again. but this was the time to find my father, to bond with him before i have to leave, to go save my family, whenever that time will be. during this time, i must learn to love myself.
and crownedprince had finally found what he was looking for, after what felt like months of searching, he had made it to where his mother had told him. his father was here, somewhere, in this clan, and he was finally about to meet him. his paw steps were shaky as he made his way down the railroad, walking towards the island where he would soon begin to live in. for how long, he would not know, but, at least he was going there.
the feline was finally able to make his way to the train, brushing his paw along it for a moment as he stood still. facing the large concrete structure in front of him. approaching it, he stopped, looking at the faded names on the concrete. some were old, almost ebbed out of the structure, while others were fresh and new. tearing his gaze away from the piece, he looked out through it to the island. 'this is it. this is where my appa is supposed to be.' he thought, his voice even shaky in his mind. but there was no time to waste. he had to get this done and over with.
adjusting his glasses, prin cleared his throat, his korean accent heavy in his words, though his english was perfect. "excuse me, this is the typhoon, right? i- i'm crownedprince, i'm looking for my app- my father. i don't know his name, but i was told he lives here. and... i'm looking to join. if you don't mind." his voice was shaky, his vision unfocused as he awaited a response from someone. anyone.
[ tl;dr ] crownedprince is basically narrating what he has been going through for about a month or so. the loss of his mother, his friends, and the loss of his time traveling power. he was told his father, pincher, lives in the typhoon by his mother, though she never told him his name. running away from his home, he came to the typhoon in hopes of finding him and staying with them until his power comes back and he could save his friends, and possibly his mother, though he knew it was impossible.
"some moments become more vivid with the passage of time. yesterday's many encounters and goodbyes existed for this moment. every alley and crossroad i walked through were all meant to lead me to this very place. that kind of moment is what i mean."
it had all happened so quickly, so unexpectedly. i never imagined it to happen like this, for all of it to go down this way. my mother's death. my friends being taken away from me. and it was all in my paws to save them. i had that power to go back in time to save them. i could've done it. but i didn't want to mess it up. i didn't want to hurt them anymore than i knew i could. but, oh, no, i had fucked up. i fucked up real bad. because my powers are gone now. and so are they.
"the sound of cicadas that chirred like showers end in an instant. in the abrupt silence, i realize life's immense beauty. just the fact that you are in it makes all the difference. even if this were a dream, this is where i choose to be."
it had been a normal day like always, the sun shining, the birds chirping. i had been enjoying time with my mother, chatting with her and laughing, practicing the new jokes i had created. but the chat had taken a sour turn. i had dared to finally ask the question of what happened to my father, and where he had been, all this time. i was never given an explanation. i was just expected to never ask, to act like my father didn't exist. my mother's face had immediately darkened, dread heavy in her eyes. a sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head softly. "my aduel, i should have told you a long time ago about your father. and i am sorry i never did. i- i had left him. it was nothing against him, really... i just had to leave."
"why is it that the happiest of moments usher in sudden fear?"
confusion had filled my eyes as i looked at her, my face scrunched up softly. "eomma, what do you mean by that?" but all she did was smile, staring at me fondly. like she knew what was about to happen to her. i didn't understand. i never would. because that's when everything changed. she had fallen over onto the ground, unconscious, though i had no idea why. my screams had attracted over many others, who helped pick up my eomma and took her a safer place. i knew what this had to be from, but i didn't want to accept it. lung cancer. she had smoked for a long time, the horrid fumes entering her lungs, making her sicker every time she smoked her disgusting roll of nicotine. i had left many times when she did it, to escape breathing in the fumes, and to escape hearing her awful cough. i couldn't take it. and this had caused her to die.
"looking back, i had known all along that underneath the glittering world before my eyes lay my deception."
she had been laying in my arms, my tears dripping down my cheeks and onto her face as i held her close to me, cherishing my last moments with her. that when she had spoken her last words to me, breathed her last breath. "you deserve to know where your father is, my love. he's in a clan called the typhoon. i believe in you, and i will always guide you from up in the stars." that's when she went limp, her head rolling softly to the side on my arm. i sobbed into her fur for a very long time, not even noticing my friends had come over to comfort me. it was all over, for that moment. she was gone.
"that everything was about to collapse with a breath of wind."
i didn't move for a very long time after her passing, yet my friends stood by my side the entire time. their names... their names had been lucian, with a tough exterior on the outside, but deep down a very caring person, valentine, the carefree boy with an excited attitude, dylan, the leader of our friend group, though i was the eldest, with a level head but clumsy stature, shiloh, the energetic but shy boy, kinsey, the carefree, bubbly child, and ace, the young yet talented one of us all. we were more than a friend group, we were a family. a team. and we had been there for each other. but i couldn't be there for them after my mother's passing. i couldn't save them.
"i turned away, sidestepped, simply closed my eyes. afraid i was, afraid to be loved for who i am."
i had locked myself inside of my house i had shared with my mother for a very long time. i couldn't bare to go outside, to see the looks of pity that were given to me whenever i passed someone. i even told my closest friends to leave me be. and during that time i locked myself up, i wasn't there for them when they needed me most. they got hurt, one by one, in different ways, leaving me until i was all alone. and i didn't even know, because i made sure no one had come in to bother me. it wasn't until after a few weeks i came out and found out the news. they were all gone, taken away from me like eomma.
"if we could turn back the clock, where should we go back to? once we reach that place, can all our errors and mistakes be undone? will happiness be ours to stay?"
i kept going back in time, little by little, to save them, when eventually, i couldn't anymore. i was stuck in the same time i had been in the very beginning. my power i was gifted with had disappeared. i couldn't save any of them. they were all gone, too far away from my grasp. and to escape the past, i ran away from my only home. i ran, and ran, and ran, until i couldn't feel anything anymore. i collapsed on the ground, my tears soaking the grass beneath me. i am a terrible person. i could've done better.
"though seasons may pass, there are places that still cannot be reached. yet another storm to be faced and to be weathered head-on."
yet i finally accepted it. i chose to live with it. the past is the past. but i know one day this power of mine will come once again, and i will be able to help my true family once again. but this was the time to find my father, to bond with him before i have to leave, to go save my family, whenever that time will be. during this time, i must learn to love myself.
"loving without fear, hesitating and parting; merely living as the person i am."
and crownedprince had finally found what he was looking for, after what felt like months of searching, he had made it to where his mother had told him. his father was here, somewhere, in this clan, and he was finally about to meet him. his paw steps were shaky as he made his way down the railroad, walking towards the island where he would soon begin to live in. for how long, he would not know, but, at least he was going there.
the feline was finally able to make his way to the train, brushing his paw along it for a moment as he stood still. facing the large concrete structure in front of him. approaching it, he stopped, looking at the faded names on the concrete. some were old, almost ebbed out of the structure, while others were fresh and new. tearing his gaze away from the piece, he looked out through it to the island. 'this is it. this is where my appa is supposed to be.' he thought, his voice even shaky in his mind. but there was no time to waste. he had to get this done and over with.
adjusting his glasses, prin cleared his throat, his korean accent heavy in his words, though his english was perfect. "excuse me, this is the typhoon, right? i- i'm crownedprince, i'm looking for my app- my father. i don't know his name, but i was told he lives here. and... i'm looking to join. if you don't mind." his voice was shaky, his vision unfocused as he awaited a response from someone. anyone.
[ tl;dr ] crownedprince is basically narrating what he has been going through for about a month or so. the loss of his mother, his friends, and the loss of his time traveling power. he was told his father, pincher, lives in the typhoon by his mother, though she never told him his name. running away from his home, he came to the typhoon in hopes of finding him and staying with them until his power comes back and he could save his friends, and possibly his mother, though he knew it was impossible.
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