It has been, nigh to the day, a year since I had left behind my brother. His cruelties, passive and denying their own nature, weighed on me until madness. I felt fury at him for his suppression, at myself for how he forced me to loathe all of what I am, and for what? His fear of offending deaf ears? Blind eyes, ones turned elsewhere anyways? I loathe him yet still for his self-righteous justification of his mistreatment of me, and yet...
...Yet, would you believe me should I say my heart's settled to a certain peace beneath the moon's ginger light in his absence? It was a salvation against his relentless misery. He'd sleep when I remained awake under its pallid beams, and for hours, I had the night to myself. The fog, the soft drizzle of rain, it'd cradle my body beneath the coldest, most utterly silent and alone moments. Arms of an unloving force, the celestial light, but this force did not hate, and it certainly did not hate me.
I find myself at peace now. The very tendencies he'd berate me for, once thorns on my body, now smoothed like clay by gentle hands into myself, reincorporated into myself. As I am, I have come to love this moment. It's a feeling I seldom suspected I'd ever find, in no small part to his treatments toward me in self-righteous efforts to shove me down in a bid to raise himself higher. I have no reason to cling to comparisons to him, however. I am far greater now, I have my sights set upon my own designs now. I will share them with you.
The subtle silver-blue hues of the moonlight gleam brighter. The loneliness is not forced upon me, but a choice; I monologue to the moon to have the sky's blind eye watch me like a spotlight. Then, once I find satisfaction in my solitude, I creep back from my lunar indulgence and rest along those who I cannot call followers, but friends. I utter to them my concepts, and find myself willingly listening to their conclusions on the pillars, rapt attention exchanged to both parties. They do not see the pillars as I do, but they find my descriptions fascinating, and enjoy indulging me. In turn, I offer my gifts; I offer my crafts, I offer my designs, I offer my trust, and each is taken with reverence I seldom thought I'd be afforded by any path but force.
Here I sit, a gentle drizzle beside the glass pane separating me from a silenced world, where every creature sleeps but I. Within my claws, I hold a bowl of spiced fruit, stewed gently over low heat until it turns to sweet warmth, mixed with a dollop of fresh cream; an indulgence. I am Mithrix, and I have at last found a truly beautiful peace.
Not a single statement I have made here is conjured memory, not one is a recollection of intangible past. Each and every word is true, and each and every word is lived. If the one I once called brother sees this, then know this, traitor; I have thrived in your absence. I have seen how you crumbled. The perfect vengeance is to find joy within myself, and I have exacted it with the finest of precision.
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i'm glad you have found peace. ^_^ it's a troubling thing to find, so i am genuinely happy for you.
i do not have much else to add to this, so i leave open the floor for anyone else who wishes to respond (unless the asker in question wishes to rescind that, in which case this post will be edited to reflect that).
