i believe the world is burning to the ground | finally breaking

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Seapaw Roux had always tried to be the kind one, the one who looked out for others. He was one to shove his emotions away to assist the ones he loved. So, when his world began to fall apart and he began to loose those he loved, he simply smashed his own feelings into a box and threw them out. Or so he thought. In reality, he had simply pushed them to the back of his mind, leaving them to grow until the pressure caused him to explode. Rage had replaced kindness and love, filling the boy with what felt like lava. Thats what brought him to where he was now, staring off the edge of the cliff as a bag of rocks, all with carefully glued on googly eyes, sat beside him.

With a snarl, he hurled the bag off of the cliff, watching as those STUPID rocks went hurtling into the ocean. He watched as they disappeared into the water's grasp and wished he could disappear with them. He'd once spent so long looking for them, wasting time, unaware by how fleeting life could be. He'd been a fool and now? He'd never get to talk to Sam again. He'd wasted all that time looking for some stupid fucking rocks and his mother was GONE. Two months of time LOST, and for what? Pieces of junk that meant nothing. Once again the waves called to him, their murky depths offering comfort and peace. He knew how easily he could return to their grasp, let them erase the turmoil in his heart. But he couldn't, not when he risked even more time with his family dissapearing.

Tears traced down his cheeks as he stood, thinking back on the pain he had felt. One thought kept going through his mind, betrayal like a knife in his back. Aphra. As his thoughts raced, he had slowly made his climb back down to the beach, a secluded place far from the huts that lined the more populated areas. As far as he knew, nobody would be around, nobody would hear him break.

Anger once again surged in his heart as he thought of the wretched white she-cat he had once looked up to, before he could see how much of a bastard she truly was. His abilities began to flare as his rage grew, tugging at the waves as the demigod felt his heart shatter. Screams rip from his throat as the waves rise and crash around him, all of them surging around him as anger grew strong in heart. Fuck Aphra, truly. It had taken him too long to realize that her heart had long been replaced with toxic sludge that had clogged her arteries until it poured out and choked anyone who tried to care for her.

Broken, he collapsed, sides heaving as he mourned the lost, and the sea mourned with him. The waves slapped against his fur, tugging and pulling as he screamed and sobbed, soaked paws clawing at the sand as if it hid the loved ones that fate had so cruelly ripped away from him. Freya, before they could ever meet. Elduin, disappearing so shortly after returning. And now, Sam, gone swiftly into the night. They all left gaping holes in his chest that he felt would tear him into pieces as they continued to expand.