11-07-2018, 12:16 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]There was a fine line between insanity and genius, or so others claimed. South didn't know the difference; they didn't think themselves as either. They were cunning, skilled, and manipulative to a fault... but not particularly invested in using that for much more than their own personal gains, and they didn’t hear disembodied voices in their mind on a daily basis; they only heard them on occasion, when Lirim decided that they wanted something.
But the void was usually silent, leaving their children to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they spoke, more so to South than they did to Des, but it was just to make sure that everything was going well… enough. Lirim wasn’t proud (it was hard to achieve that), but they were decent enough to let most things slide when shit went, pun intended, south. Maybe that was the entire source of their reasoning for South’s name.
Regardless, speaking to your parents on a daily basis in your head wasn’t something South was a stranger to. Lirim, albeit mostly silent, was still there on occasion, even if they weren’t the most ideal of parents relatively to others. They never sang lullabies, or bothered to share many stories or life lessons. South learned them the hard way, then let Lirim occasionally reprimand them for things that they failed to learn the first time around. Sometimes the lion wished that the void was a better parent, perhaps as good as Fell had been before he died… but knowing how much worse Des had it with them, South decided to take what they had and not complain about not getting enough.
And right now, unlike Sephiroth, it was just South and their own thoughts and actions leading them towards the place that the leader had decided to clean out, perhaps just to do some general housekeeping around the clan to welcome the newcomers like them, or with intentions of moving in himself. South didn’t find mundane chores like that as something stimulating enough to fight boredom, and they rarely visited whatever home they chose for themselves, but they figured others found it enough. They weren’t going to judge when their alternative was… quite different. Selling yourself wasn’t a passtime most people were willing to indulge in.
At first they didn’t know what the hype was about; Sephiroth was simply staring down at some book (they were too far away to make out what the title was, but found soon enough that they didn’t care much to find out), and at a first glance the scenario was, albeit a bit strange, pretty normal. But it was Mirio’s words that caused South to take a second glance at the situation, peering at the novel with a new eye, and as they quickly realized that they were witnessing someone’s powers evolving, a grin spread across the lion’s face and they let themselves in to stand at the doorway. ”Conjuration,” their tone hid their feelings towards it, and it didn’t sound like a question moreso than a statement, as if they were confirming that which Mirio had already pointed out. A brief silence passed, then with a shrug of their shoulders, South let the blade at their side float up as an example, continuing to speak once they were certain they had Sephiroth’s attention. ”This here was conjured up by someone else, once. Inherited it from ‘em. Don’t got the power myself, though. Not yet,” but eventually they would; Lirim had promised them, that as long as they proved themselves worthy of such powers they would receive them.
They were usually impatient, but showing that wouldn’t benefit them in the long run. Lirim was a strict and chaotic teacher. There was a reason Des got all the power when he didn’t want any of it.
But the void was usually silent, leaving their children to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they spoke, more so to South than they did to Des, but it was just to make sure that everything was going well… enough. Lirim wasn’t proud (it was hard to achieve that), but they were decent enough to let most things slide when shit went, pun intended, south. Maybe that was the entire source of their reasoning for South’s name.
Regardless, speaking to your parents on a daily basis in your head wasn’t something South was a stranger to. Lirim, albeit mostly silent, was still there on occasion, even if they weren’t the most ideal of parents relatively to others. They never sang lullabies, or bothered to share many stories or life lessons. South learned them the hard way, then let Lirim occasionally reprimand them for things that they failed to learn the first time around. Sometimes the lion wished that the void was a better parent, perhaps as good as Fell had been before he died… but knowing how much worse Des had it with them, South decided to take what they had and not complain about not getting enough.
And right now, unlike Sephiroth, it was just South and their own thoughts and actions leading them towards the place that the leader had decided to clean out, perhaps just to do some general housekeeping around the clan to welcome the newcomers like them, or with intentions of moving in himself. South didn’t find mundane chores like that as something stimulating enough to fight boredom, and they rarely visited whatever home they chose for themselves, but they figured others found it enough. They weren’t going to judge when their alternative was… quite different. Selling yourself wasn’t a passtime most people were willing to indulge in.
At first they didn’t know what the hype was about; Sephiroth was simply staring down at some book (they were too far away to make out what the title was, but found soon enough that they didn’t care much to find out), and at a first glance the scenario was, albeit a bit strange, pretty normal. But it was Mirio’s words that caused South to take a second glance at the situation, peering at the novel with a new eye, and as they quickly realized that they were witnessing someone’s powers evolving, a grin spread across the lion’s face and they let themselves in to stand at the doorway. ”Conjuration,” their tone hid their feelings towards it, and it didn’t sound like a question moreso than a statement, as if they were confirming that which Mirio had already pointed out. A brief silence passed, then with a shrug of their shoulders, South let the blade at their side float up as an example, continuing to speak once they were certain they had Sephiroth’s attention. ”This here was conjured up by someone else, once. Inherited it from ‘em. Don’t got the power myself, though. Not yet,” but eventually they would; Lirim had promised them, that as long as they proved themselves worthy of such powers they would receive them.
They were usually impatient, but showing that wouldn’t benefit them in the long run. Lirim was a strict and chaotic teacher. There was a reason Des got all the power when he didn’t want any of it.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden