TELL ME HOW TO LAY MY SOUL DOWN

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

Time moved and passed, creating a landscape of scenery from one day to another. He wished many things were different, wished that his father had not been taken ill as he had. Wished that they could have saved him for more days with him as King. He felt like it was unfair to others that he had been named the successor. As if he had even favored above others, that it had been planned. Perhaps that he was seen as better. A threat to the Ironfolk. His metal claws tapped against the ground and he tried to think, breathing in slowly before closing his skeletal jaws. He knew his appearance, his visage. Some called it a curse, unnatural thing like himself shouldn't be. He knew perhaps they were right. Sometimes he wondered about his existence. Why he looked like death itself, shrouded and waiting. Some days he could feel bile pushing at his throat and today was one of those days. One of his bad days. As he left the third floor of their mountainous city he tried not to think that they were watching, planning his death. His eyes held nothing, an empty sea of pale colors.

His breathing though was sharp and jagged, his body tense as he finally made his way to the clamor of the inhabited city's sprawling bottom floor. He just wanted out, just to breath air that was not heated and dry. Burning and corrosive. It was here that he saw Dylluan. Someone he has respected since he was little. Someone he thought he could talk to and so the skull faced king would make his way forward, nerves cracking his exterior for a short moment before he decied to just say something. "Dylluan, want some company? I think going for a walk to the obelisk would be nice." They didn't really have to talk and discuss anything. They could just be in each other's company.

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan