MY SCARS REMIND ME THAT THE PAST IS REAL "When darkness consumes the starlight, nightmares rule the night." -S. Darko. Aleksandar Nyx here Oneiros of Nightmares Insomniac son of Nyx - or so they say THIS IS A ROLE PLAY ACCOUNT
Well, you cause nightmares, like that’s any better. Well, you can look on the happy side, or the dark side. I look on the happy side…so…I don’t want to argue.Â
I never said I did any better. If anything, fuck it I'm tenfold worse. -holds out to palms, weighing them like scales- Ignorant bliss, or the dark truth. What's there to argue about?
It helps not make people do drugs, and not hurt themselves more, instead I could help them get the same affect without the drugs. That helps something.Â
You’d be a lot better off if someone was actually here to help you. If they’re too lost in their own duties to do their other equally important duties, you need to go find them and tell them that they need to help you. Morpheus can take many different forms at the same time, I don’t see how he could deny helping you.
Probably, but I'm not as important. -shakes head- Morpheus' business is Morpheus' business.... you can try getting him for me if you want but I'm... I'm okay like this for now. -shrugs-Â
Even though to the uninformed eye Aleksandar had been improving fast since his first stay here at Camp Half-Blood, that wasn't necessarily what happened. In some ways, yes, he had improved. He made friends, became more confident with the people around him, and also learnt to keep things hidden. If lying was an art to be celebrated, Aleksandar was fast becoming a master in it.
The cabin, the empty cabin, was cold that evening. Not that Aleksandar could feel the chill in the air being a child of the night, but more so he felt it's emptiness. He sat alone, reminiscing his choices. He breathed in a shaky breath of stale summer air and slowly let it out again. That... that one day he had spent with Hana and her father... 'Fuck' was his only thought.
Monsters had attacked them, being attracted to the group of demigods there. That's right, group. Not duo. That day Aleksandar also discovered Hana's father's roots weren't solely mortal either. It still brought a shudder to his soul, knowing that there had been so many demigods out there, outside of magically safe boundaries, together... Who knew who else there was a demigod, or not mortal? It was a concerning thought. Monsters were there. So was Death. His sister's father was taken. Dead. Hana lost it. He lost it. Everything was crazy, even by Aleksandar's 'craziness' standards it was chaotic.
After that, Hana... Hana wasn't the same again. She was distraught and he couldn't help her. He couldn't help her. Aleksandar bowed his head. He was a terrible brother. He was a terrible person. He couldn't save himself, he knew that already, but he couldn't even save those he loved... like Hana, like Sammy. He cursed under his breath. He had too many problems to deal with right now, some had to wait. He needed Hana fast... Sammy would have to wait until he possessed the ability to deal with that too.
Aleksandar muttered various curses under his breath for an entire hour straight as his mind raced on, trying to come up with various solutions to his never-ending dilemmas. Slowly but surely he came to a natural halt and steadied himself by grasping onto his bed frame. He needed help himself but he wasn't important. Hana needed help more than he did, and so help Hana, he shall.
He looked down at his arms. As usual, they were shaking like mad with his unsteady thoughts coursing through his mind. He couldn't remember a time when they were still with placid serenity. He curled his fingers into fists and shoved them into his pockets. He had grown up since his time of public breakdowns. Nowadays he could hold himself together... somewhat. Well, at least enough to buy him enough time to get the fuck out of there and lock himself away.... Normally.
Before he knew what he was doing, his hands had left his pockets and found their way to his blade which lay open and unattended on the table... and before long, the semi-silver, semi-black blade wasn't semi-silver, semi-black anymore. He had stabbed it right through his own forearm out of habit from his outrageous self-harming days... He stared down at the dagger, smothered lightly in the vibrant red of his blood for a minute before throwing it halfway across the cabin in anger. Seething, he had no idea what the fuck he was feeling. He was angry, distraught... he wanted Hana badly. His arm could wait. Once the sun fully set and the moon came out to play, he'd heal in no time. There were some perks to being a Nyx kid, in Aleksandar's warped and twisted opinion.
He stalked up and down the empty cabin a few times, trying to calm his mind, his impulsive behaviour, the lot. After all, that would be what both Hana and Sammy would have wanted. Him to be calm, and to think straight. Well, think as straight as he could possibly think, anyway. He sat back down on his bunk and mindlessly wiped away the blood that was trickling down his arm on a blanket. Sammy would be okay for now, if she, like other's had said, had left on her own accord. But Hana... he needed to find her. He bit down hard on his lip, mustering yet more blood. The coppery taste mingled in his mouth as he thought on. His body still, his mind was still in partial panic.
He came to a sombre conclusion. He would try his very best to fix things, to fix himself, but he would also hunt for Hana. She... she wasn't safe.
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