were martino still in possession of a mortal heart, its beating would have surely ceased, the lungs paired with it robbed of all breath. he felt himself flicker, almost in fear; visual of him fading into nothingness then returning, sunken eyes wide with wonder. decades, it had been, since anyone had laid eyes on him, spoken a word in his direction. decades of loneliness, of wailing in empty halls, reading over his immortal father’s shoulders in hopes he would feel the presence ——— only for the first occurrence to be something as natural as bumping into a stranger on the street. it was hardly storybook; the poet in him was almost disappointed, but he was too presently alarmed to give it much thought.
lips parted to speak again, just as father at his side frowned at the stranger in a bout of confusion ——— right, martino thought, he can’t see. she might as well be speaking to the wind. he willed himself towards her & seemed to appear there in but a moment, frowning at her in a similar manner, his own expression hinted with disbelief. ❛ you can see me, can’t you ? ❜ voice came wispy, heavily accented, but hopeful; almost with a childlike sense of awe, excitement brimming below the surface, bit back. ❛ you can see me, hear me ——— tell me you can, say it, tell me you can see me and i’m not making this up. please. ❜
SING TO ME MUSE OF THE DANGER HELD WITHIN A SINGLE BREATHE OF CHRONOS, how each rise and fall of his chest steals hope and safety away. you can almost feel the furies’ claws, noble elektra, seizing you tight, whisking you away. they cannot be victorious, for that will be the end of everything, a father’s vengeance cast for nought, a brother’s sacrifice lost on the wind. and so the daughter of agamemnon wants nothing more than to whisk away, disappearing into the crowd, out of this town, out of this country, as though shrouded in some godly mist and yet there is something in the voice of the other that pulls her back; shock and desperation cry out a mournful tune, dancing through his words before resting behind his eyes. and though his cry rings out as clear as day, as strong as a battle cry from the best of the greeks, there is something off about him, the way he moves as though he believes his presence as nought, the way he looks as though he may disappear into the air. and she finds that curiosity drags her to stay.
“ of course i can see you, i just spoke to you didn’t i. ” so she spoke, and yet as words left the daughter of agamemnon’s lips she noticed the man besides him turn sharp gaze towards her, brow furrowing as though she spoke to herself. in that moment realisation settled, and as she focused back on the boy before her she gave a nod to the side, indicating he should follow and speak somewhere alone. she could not risk bringing attention to herself, not at a time such as this. and so fear held noble elektra’s lips, sealing them tight until the two were between to shops, out of sight of the crowd and finally she turned back to the strange boy, for the first time truly taking him in. “ yes i can see you, hear you, but i’m taking it that is not a usual occurence. so you tell me something --------- what are you? ”
