THERE IS A FESTERING ABHORRENCE THE LONGER HE STAYS HERE. eyes are downcast, shying away from the sight that is his mother. betrayal eats at him, dominating senses and overriding that which usually thrives. he is subjugated to experience an monopolisation of his mind, his heart his soul, a body within shattering amidst the shifting winds, escalating pressure. fingers curl against centre of palm, cardinal essence turning tips from crimson to yellow to white; a visual election of the flowing entities now residing within chest. enamel ricochets against enamel, bone scraping against bone. there is a wildfire stuck blooming within throat, the muscles there stained with ash until he all but chokes on the words he can barely keep at bay.
( HOW COULD YOU? DENY YOUR OWN SON? TWENTY THREE YEARS OF IGNORANCE, FED STRAIGHT FROM THE ONE PERSON HE TRUSTED MOST. DO YOU NOW KNOW WHAT HE NOW SEES? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW HEAVY HIS WINGS FEEL? SKIN IS PLASTERED WITH THE PLASMATIC REALITY, EYES HAUNTED BY THE APPARITIONS SILENCED TOO SOON, TOO FAST. HE IS FALLING, FALLING, FALLING AND IT IS YOUR FAULT. )
teeth gnash and brows draw closer, closer, the weight settling upon his shoulders forcing them to hunch. the silence is condemning them both, yet mouth will not part, lips will not recede. he has always been stubborn, always been frustrating in one way or another for everyone has flaws. that is simply a fact all must accept. yet he has never felt an energy such as this before; all consuming, destructive, wild. it grows and grows with each passing second, with each moment mother and son dare not look to each other. ( CHILD, GRANDCHILD, OF A MONSTER; DESCENDANTS OF A TERROR THAT HAD OUT SHONE THE STARS. REPENT REPENT REPENT ) serpents hiss into ears, fanning the flames until flesh is all but burnt, scarred just as the father of his mother had been. ( DESTROYED, MORPHED, DISEASED ) breath comes fast, the whispers amplifying in volume, in intensity. and then she speaks, has to audacity to say sorry and he, he
‘ ENOUGH ! ‘
ragged pants, body now standing and shoulders shaking with the effort to constrain and contain the energy flowing through him as if fire.
‘ enough, mother. you’ve hidden enough from me as it stands. don’t add to it. not now. ‘
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