04-30-2020, 11:51 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Flames dancing upon alabaster points, the savage cruelty of destructive heat eating at their skin. Useless the tiny paws reaching forth with decaying intent, chest aching in a silence scream for fresh air. Weightless the trickle of seconds, the loosening of jaws where they found purchase against trembling shoulder, broken the whimper passing their own, falling as they did in an entangled mess of limbs.
Maybe they had deserved such, a fool made they in a futile bid to separate the increasingly violent scuffle. Had their presence not been there, forced between them as though of any meagre significance their tiny mass, with them may he have been. Or it could simply have been a quiet thought, a delicate dream constructed of shattered glass.
Unlike the cousin they left within the depths of his dour thoughts after the progressively blurry trail left in the wake of retreat had Eulia stumbled, smeared the ivory of their gentle countenance with blood their own and his, pale beneath the ceaseless fall of tears. Dark the recessed doorway they finally fell within, hushed the sound of life as it quickened with the progression of the day. At the least a dull memory the heat of their shoulder, stopped the flow of blood until nought but the dried blood gathered in the white strands.
"Ry is gone. It's my fault."
A mess of broken syllables reduced to the faint crackling pop of static interwoven among the jumbled hum of their thoughts, a scattered kaleidoscope barely drawn into coherent sentences. Exhaustion was a heavy weight pressing against their shoulders, the tingling buzz of gathering pain beneath their skin biding them sleep longer, their impromptu slumber offering only a minor reprieve. A sight the child stumbling over their paws, dried the streaks of tears among the dappled mess of crimson droplets. Soft, too much so, hiccuped the breath escaping as the greedy pull of sand drew them down upon their belly.
"Mama…" A struggle to arise once more upon limbs grown stiff and unresponsive was slow to ensue, singular the point of interest lilac depths welling once more settled upon. Had not it been for Roxie may well have been more cruel the tumble next taken but proximity allowed her to act as support, broken words whispered into the plush coat adorning her leg. "Not your fault, mine…"
Maybe they had deserved such, a fool made they in a futile bid to separate the increasingly violent scuffle. Had their presence not been there, forced between them as though of any meagre significance their tiny mass, with them may he have been. Or it could simply have been a quiet thought, a delicate dream constructed of shattered glass.
Unlike the cousin they left within the depths of his dour thoughts after the progressively blurry trail left in the wake of retreat had Eulia stumbled, smeared the ivory of their gentle countenance with blood their own and his, pale beneath the ceaseless fall of tears. Dark the recessed doorway they finally fell within, hushed the sound of life as it quickened with the progression of the day. At the least a dull memory the heat of their shoulder, stopped the flow of blood until nought but the dried blood gathered in the white strands.
"Ry is gone. It's my fault."
A mess of broken syllables reduced to the faint crackling pop of static interwoven among the jumbled hum of their thoughts, a scattered kaleidoscope barely drawn into coherent sentences. Exhaustion was a heavy weight pressing against their shoulders, the tingling buzz of gathering pain beneath their skin biding them sleep longer, their impromptu slumber offering only a minor reprieve. A sight the child stumbling over their paws, dried the streaks of tears among the dappled mess of crimson droplets. Soft, too much so, hiccuped the breath escaping as the greedy pull of sand drew them down upon their belly.
"Mama…" A struggle to arise once more upon limbs grown stiff and unresponsive was slow to ensue, singular the point of interest lilac depths welling once more settled upon. Had not it been for Roxie may well have been more cruel the tumble next taken but proximity allowed her to act as support, broken words whispered into the plush coat adorning her leg. "Not your fault, mine…"