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Prompt #13 ~ The Storm of Heartbreak

Closure Arc - ♫Monster♫

Oversensitive hearing quivered within the past, a series of other bottle's all aligned on a table also matched. Drinking so far only wishing to feel numbness, wanting to remove the count of days. The first crack to a heartbreak was always the most significantly damaging one. It left prolonged damage. Ilm's away from being removed from this lifestyle, changing his own future. A recipe of fitting design gave form, only fitting a scoundrel who broke other hearts, swindled them into comfort to open and steal belongings. Would eventually become a victim to his own trade. Being matched and bested. Used strictly at the grandest escape, a runaway, nothing little more than a rebound, picker-up, or second life. Fleeting, controlled by deceit and lies, on the very day of his proposed wedding. His bride-to-be went missing, only cleverly doing it by her own charts. She affected his heart with a blackness, it spelled simplistic facts, for long as he lived, there wasn't to be peace, he would never, ever get a happy ever-after. That's all a sailor deserves, impaling ambitions leads to curses. In this youth. He wasn't prepared, and didn't fathom. The unfortunate rain of bad, coming. Forewarned of having a heart, as predecessors of his kind on the seas, learned to castaway it. The greatest of conquerors, out-right, ate their own heart. For it couldn't be swayed then, or used by any. Not even them. They gave rise and terrible birth to Scourges. They possess mentalities, fixations, greed in-which, cannot be denied. His compassionate side, as warned by his Founding Captain, would be his undoing. Through his poor-miserable drifting days, by having a mantle, this isn't what people follow, this is a cancer. He stopped caring, didn't think, lost all sight for what, a single love?

So in his barely drooling and drunken haze, he was met with opposition by his own Crew. They barraged the doors and surrounded him, Judas his main First Crewmate and trustworthy, they had a tight-pact, but it didn't seem that the Captain of the Goldbrand took things seriously anymore. There were things promised to all these men, and by continuing to follow the dream's of an ambitious man, who can no longer walk, is no different than being in-slavery. A wake-up call was required. So like a snake, within the den of a lion, he whispered, and slithered... He brewed all the fellows under his new helm, and with a hiss, he commanded a feast on the lion, for there was no pride left on his side. The Seeker tried to resist barely with any willpower, they gave him intervention he wouldn't forget. A strike against the cheek with a dirk, first scar that kept all this as memento, something not to be proud of, he not only failed to love. He failed at everything. There was no bigger loser than him. They took their aggressiveness and assaulted him viciously. Like a pack of hyena's until he left a bloodied, bruised mess, even more less functional than before. Stripping him down until he held a sliver of fabric on his loins. "You caused this. Made us come to this... I don't like liars." Judas himself, had to undergo the process of slaughtering his own heart to deliver this, because his ambitions could engulf a world. "Walk the plank." They left barely but startling and fidgeting teeth kicked down his throat, the metallic blood being swallowed, hefty breathing. He saw dream-like after-images of everything, blurry visioned. Then that stupid son of a bitch, Seeker still showed some last-ditch effort, wobbling on his feet, and trying to impose a fighting stance, wasn't brave just a stubborn fool. He ceremoniously had to be kicked and forced down off the planks landing into the seas. They anchored off after throwing a single drift-wood, over his descending. The smallest minuscule of what it felt like he carried them on, returned. Judas drowned the pain of betrayal and turned it into his badge, moniker, his dirk fresh of leaking sanguine. Looking at it before polishing, "If he dies, he dies..." Regardless, this broke and killed him. As the sea's swallowed instinct only gave him enough to float back at the kicking surface, only to drift abide the seas, current and destination, for his sentencing. There he was removed of all, left nothing to call man. Marooned on a place deemed the savage-lands or Black Shrouds. Deprived and wild this was all the events, leading up to the worst days, when it rains, there's pour. What eventually gave birth to his soul being sundered a-split. Oneirophrenia swelled within his veins to his brain, instinct was his own survival, but that numbness the alcohol provided, only lingered. Feather lightweight stayed in bones, it inked there, a disgraceful scar singed and got infected on his cheek; like a brand. Inescapable, tarnishing seven sins, committed and gave to live. Humanity was depleted and fragmented, daily. Wild in the wilderness, gave beginning.

[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt#4 ~ Sun's Son

An elderly grieving conjurer stepped beyond an operational curtain looking to dawn news. Paddled stressed feet patted rhythmically as a nervous wreck, feline ear's flopping back. The Father-in-question was devoid and disconnected of all emotions for his line of work training required in being sent to the abyss; exception was made. Which always came with only ever one who captivated a responsible out of him. Her remarking essence gave him an escape from a lifestyle of bloodshed continued death trailed at his wake. She always held the don of a smile aspiring adventures outside uncharted territory she was worth earning and retrieving peace, to subside and retreat. This crowning moment he wanted and declared this to be his lasting chapter. All he wanted to be with was his newborn and her... She, who made a pledge, he'd 'never love one like herself' that confidence carried becoming a testament to fact. When connected with finding someone that gives insurmountable meaning, it's instinctual natural to never wish it to go or parted. It seemed like the uncanny love they shared from attending to both their wounds or injuries over their battles. They were unbeatable, untouchable, stringed to defile everything as long they had another. They could fight for another, be banes of loneliness, rally encouragement when reservations of their own came. Although they came from backgrounds of secrecy. They understood and communicated by just mannerisms and gestures alone. Never leaving anything empty or excluded. In brash but mature youth he ascended quickly up the ranks of his sept, the branch of a Coeurl Tribe effortlessly climbing to Nunh of his pact. But his unbridled arrogance and pride in which he in-fought and challenged and instilled a fear to be weak became his eventual tyrannical downfall that led to his exile and stripping of title. Left roaming with only that mindset proving power, was all that mattered. It was the only grail in which was rewarded. Nothing but his own hide remained. She however was opposing in a spectrum, giving her all for the sake of her eventual Crew she garnered and earning undying loyalty. Managing to operate and function a ship that could traverse and warp to unexpected places strictly outside thoughts. She weaponized, heart. In everything achieved. All hurdles, when life takes its cruelty opportunity to swipe the unforgiving claw.

It plucks at unexpectedly. The elder approached, "I'm sorry son... There's nothing we can do for her." And like that, upside down, his mind became infinite halls once again. Where he was hearing and envisioning taking a stroll through city-states, or singing nurseries and sharing tales with the mother of his child, and his own kid. It was all cut out of him. He shot a baleful deathly stare at the messenger, repainting back he was the butcher of man. He wore masks often in his line of work, but it seemed like his own existence was wearing one now. What was left? Pondered he left from seated and threw a chair through the glass window of the clinic enraged. An encompassing beam of moonlight, drifting like a spot light down at him. A rare eclipse took place above with star's aligning like they were the blackest sun. Suddenly... A baby's wallowing cry was heard. "We couldn't save her, but... she braved a new life before giving her own." His protege stepped with clacking heels and had a cradling of a baby boy wrapped up. His irrational emotions of prior, were slain by this infant. Until he reached out cautionary holding with a softness and gentle tender care unlike anything ever he was noted to do. The feathered child was already identical to how the Mother affected him. Where often reports of this situation often brought a disconnection or ire and the widow parent projected their anger towards the child, that was nonexistent. He saw infinite stories within the boy's eyes refracting back with already star-colored hues that blinked and were haphazardly tired. "You're endlessly precious... my son." Recalling her, once again gifting other feelings of emotions that ranged, reminded him he was more than an instrumental sword to skewer, he had beaten and carved into his flesh garbed in eastern wares. His hand's were cradling a scabbard that sheathed all other senses; this was his duty, a life above, it mattered to see it preserved. He nudged heads softly with endearment. Something showered from his eye. Deeply drowned and moved by the events, a tear gave a heavy droplet. Many scolding and couldn't tolerate him was seemingly incomprehensible, incapable of shedding them before in his span, but now it had awakened. Sadness without repair though covered his surface. Derailed by everything that conspired against. He was permitted from raising or taking his child into what was left. The boy would only be left fending for its life or never knowing his own choices. The plan of two parents balanced everything out there was a plan to uplift it all but alone, he was incapable. The conjurers were also in their own sympathy also shedding tears. Looking over as the blackest sun and oddity was obscuring. He looked back, "We love you, Kuro Solaire. I will always be your shadow and she; your Mother will always be within your light all dream's you will know." The child is already asleep, never learning these meanings. Giving a pelting kiss to the forehead of the sweetest dose. It carried both his parents with it, channeled and fostered to safeguard their kit. His emotions became steel and handed back the child to the assistant. "I cannot carry him forth. He must coexist here in Ul'dah. Experienced, trained hunters, killers and contractors know me. Alongside commitments that would endanger us both or any in the path. I cannot leave my shadows without her... This isn't forever. He is destined to achieve it within the resolve of his eyes, he'll conquer, just like herself. He's a child of existence." Discarding his satchel of gil for payment, and aside an exchange with the elder in a heirloom compass. It was imbued with aetheric energy already but the Father added his own to be gifted and left over to the child as a symbol to find all he could ever seek or clamor, it'd all be revealed and known when the child grew.