12-10-2018, 12:35 AM
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In his experience, those people who had "more than fair" were the ones saying that it wasn't fair. And they were right, everything was skewed in their favor — even their violence never reached back on them. Fairness was an equal opportunity, not perfection. Some people would always fail and others would succeed, but when success becomes hereditary, things get fuzzy. It didn't mean making sure that everyone had two loving parents and a pure-white childhood, but it meant that they'd never fall victim to a corrupt world. Sometimes he sounds like a broken record, he knows that, but the world isn't a kind place and he's tired of it. That sounds so dark, though, and the young lion is anything but. His expression is bright and warm, body loose and relaxed. Only the scars across his body say anything about what he's been through, and even those stay quiet most of the time. The worst of them hides in the short fur of his mane.
Now that isn't a story he wants to tell, but it boiled down to the fact that he wasn't discovering himself by his own choice. There was no loving family left to leave behind, nothing he could miss. He couldn't really think of himself as a blossoming flower, something that will die come winter — no, Orpheus is more stubborn than that. He's a child learning to play music and a heart learning to listen to it, he's the memories that built him to where he was and he's everything that those memories will inspire. But if they were talking about something like that saying, the one that says an apple doesn't fall far from the tree, this isn't his way of rolling down the hill. No, if anything he finds himself wanting to find his way back to those roots.
Maybe the people here could help him remember. But for now, the heaviness of his thoughts and past don't matter. There's a certain warmth the lion seems to radiate when Atticus approaches, an easy grin lighting up his face as he looks down at the jaguar. [color=#901419]"Did you rehearse that or something? Never mind, I'm Orpheus. Like —" he takes a shaky, quick breath and shakes his head [color=#901419]"— like the myth. I wanna stay, unless you have a problem with that." Not that he's done anything to warrant a problem.
Yet.
In his experience, those people who had "more than fair" were the ones saying that it wasn't fair. And they were right, everything was skewed in their favor — even their violence never reached back on them. Fairness was an equal opportunity, not perfection. Some people would always fail and others would succeed, but when success becomes hereditary, things get fuzzy. It didn't mean making sure that everyone had two loving parents and a pure-white childhood, but it meant that they'd never fall victim to a corrupt world. Sometimes he sounds like a broken record, he knows that, but the world isn't a kind place and he's tired of it. That sounds so dark, though, and the young lion is anything but. His expression is bright and warm, body loose and relaxed. Only the scars across his body say anything about what he's been through, and even those stay quiet most of the time. The worst of them hides in the short fur of his mane.
Now that isn't a story he wants to tell, but it boiled down to the fact that he wasn't discovering himself by his own choice. There was no loving family left to leave behind, nothing he could miss. He couldn't really think of himself as a blossoming flower, something that will die come winter — no, Orpheus is more stubborn than that. He's a child learning to play music and a heart learning to listen to it, he's the memories that built him to where he was and he's everything that those memories will inspire. But if they were talking about something like that saying, the one that says an apple doesn't fall far from the tree, this isn't his way of rolling down the hill. No, if anything he finds himself wanting to find his way back to those roots.
Maybe the people here could help him remember. But for now, the heaviness of his thoughts and past don't matter. There's a certain warmth the lion seems to radiate when Atticus approaches, an easy grin lighting up his face as he looks down at the jaguar. [color=#901419]"Did you rehearse that or something? Never mind, I'm Orpheus. Like —" he takes a shaky, quick breath and shakes his head [color=#901419]"— like the myth. I wanna stay, unless you have a problem with that." Not that he's done anything to warrant a problem.
Yet.
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣