superioriism:
” you are right, raven, nothing will stop me. n o t h i n g can stop me from claiming what is rightfully o u r s. “
[ s ᴜ ᴘ ʀ ᴇ ᴍ ᴀ ᴄ ʏ ] it was what they deserved. they were the future, the cure for the infirm, imperfect condition called ‘ homo sapiens ‘.
yet the unfortunate irony of the situation was : they were outnumbered, thus easily rendered defeated by the lesser race.
blood boiled at the remembrance of those poor souls crushed to nothing in the darkness. underneath resolute demeanor, hatred was woken, and anger excited. voice raised with great intensity as a result, the words spoken by the master of magnetism were doubtlessly majestic and sharper than any double-edged sword, fully capable of penetrating the listener.
” this world won’t accept us because its ruling society cannot bare to come to terms with the fact it is no longer the most dominant species. they fear our extraordinary gifts, they want to exterminate us. you yourself know it better than anyone else, you have seen them drawn first blood, you have seen them butchered our brothers & sisters ! but if history has proven anything, it is that e v o l u t i o n always w i n s. “
whereas he mightn’t be the only one of his kind to oppose fate, absolute certain was his determination to succeed in uniting his people and fighting the inevitable genocide it had in store for them. even though such mission was a heavy burden, the length to which he would be willing to go in order to fulfill it were beyond imagination.
“ i, i will be the one to lead us to v i c t o r y. i will restore the o r d e r, i will show them who are to i n h e r i t this earth."
footsteps taken so lightly no sound was audible, and the distance between them now became shortened to merely an inch. palms pressed against roseate cheeks as towering frame leaned down and rested his forehead upon hers, maintaining steady eye contact as a gentle whisper was breathed through slightly parted lips.
” i n e e d you, r a v e n. i need you by my side again. i can’t do this a l o n e. ”
there's an ideal pirouetting between synapses --- the skeleton of an ideal, of a dream buzzing down a nerve; a future constructed in cardiac blocks: their future, their hearts an ubiquitous flow of syllables -- strung along a horizon ; a new beginning, the gleam of a new age an age of M U T A N T S he is HOLY he is celestial he is their leader & she will follow him. hazel honeyed eyes watch him intently -- a glimpse of teeth through pigmented lips -- mouth parted, head held high words stamped on twisting tongue : the taste of a decision contact palm against cheek a memory " we will avenge those we lost " " together "
voice devoid of emotions stern gaze, rigid stance a step backwards ungloved digits remove unwelcome presence from her face
