AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The nights weren't easy, no, they were hell. He didn't want to sleep, not with all of the voices in his head driving him mad. Gaze upon sun bleeding into the sky like a morbid painting as it fell into the cradle of the earth, his ears would flatten as he took a deep breath to prepare himself for the voices. He couldn't see them - he didn't need to - he knew they were there, souls and spirits alike moaning and groaning about him, cursing him for their misfortune. They had come to the grim when he had first awoken so many years ago here within the Beyond - and he'd hated it since. At one time he'd been able to ignore the voices and feelings but as soon as he'd joined with others, they came in droves and packs to torment him.
He wasn't their killer, but he couldn't guide them either. He was without his reaper - he could only herd them and that made them angrier. Paws slipping over his ears, the tom would level his weight on his hindlegs as he grit his teeth, the darkness bringing with it the madness that filled his head like a buzzing sound that wouldn't end. It was then that he caught a familiar scent, his ears twitching under his paws as he mindlessly followed the scent of alcohol. He didn't know how much time had passed but the pounding buzzing had faded and he was left with a hollow chest, drunk on liquor he knew would sicken him in the morning.
He had little care for the consequences, he just wanted a restful night's sleep. Padding back towards camp under the beautiful skies of night and star, he would catch sight of meteorites falling, a longing within his chest to be so free. If only ... if only he could be free from this, from the mindless day-to-day existence of struggling to find himself and a purpose here. He was supposed to serve a master, a higher being, it had been his purpose for so long, he hadn't heard an order in years. He missed what he shouldn't but it had been his life, he didn't know what to do without that drive, the best he could do was try to provide for the group he stayed with.
He often wondered - did they care about him? Would they notice if he packed up and left? He was a new face - they couldn't miss him much, right? What if he went out searching for materials and never returned, would anybody worry over him or his safety? Gaze falling to his paws, he felt the sudden drops of his tears, a garbled and confusing sound ripping from his throat though it cost him so much pain. Throwing his head back to cry his pain to the stars, the loneliness so overwhelming, blood orchids and daffodils bursting into full bloom upon his shoulders, small pink camelia blossoms joining the floral display as he screamed his pain to the cold burning balls of gas so far away.
blood orchid - overwhelming loneliness
daffodils - why/questioning
pink camelia - i miss you(could be for anything, its sort of everything for him atm)
He wasn't their killer, but he couldn't guide them either. He was without his reaper - he could only herd them and that made them angrier. Paws slipping over his ears, the tom would level his weight on his hindlegs as he grit his teeth, the darkness bringing with it the madness that filled his head like a buzzing sound that wouldn't end. It was then that he caught a familiar scent, his ears twitching under his paws as he mindlessly followed the scent of alcohol. He didn't know how much time had passed but the pounding buzzing had faded and he was left with a hollow chest, drunk on liquor he knew would sicken him in the morning.
He had little care for the consequences, he just wanted a restful night's sleep. Padding back towards camp under the beautiful skies of night and star, he would catch sight of meteorites falling, a longing within his chest to be so free. If only ... if only he could be free from this, from the mindless day-to-day existence of struggling to find himself and a purpose here. He was supposed to serve a master, a higher being, it had been his purpose for so long, he hadn't heard an order in years. He missed what he shouldn't but it had been his life, he didn't know what to do without that drive, the best he could do was try to provide for the group he stayed with.
He often wondered - did they care about him? Would they notice if he packed up and left? He was a new face - they couldn't miss him much, right? What if he went out searching for materials and never returned, would anybody worry over him or his safety? Gaze falling to his paws, he felt the sudden drops of his tears, a garbled and confusing sound ripping from his throat though it cost him so much pain. Throwing his head back to cry his pain to the stars, the loneliness so overwhelming, blood orchids and daffodils bursting into full bloom upon his shoulders, small pink camelia blossoms joining the floral display as he screamed his pain to the cold burning balls of gas so far away.
blood orchid - overwhelming loneliness
daffodils - why/questioning
pink camelia - i miss you(could be for anything, its sort of everything for him atm)
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