𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 / accepting | @solvitas | ‘ have i endured loneliness with grace ? ’
OH, PITY THE FOOL ! This malignant fragment a shade of her former beauty, an abhorrent reflection of fallen might. She speaks a soft sound – but a knife is still a knife even when gently plunged ; when lovingly twisted. ‘ to endure loneliness with grace, ’ she mocks him, and emet-selch stares back.
Strip the emperor of his titles and prestige, what might you find there ? Past the mortal coil to the ancient bones ; see the stage of grief played across millennia ! The same pointless lives, the constant droll, the ever-constant faith in a darkened god.
Go on, he wants to chide her. Peel back the veneer like a curtain call to nothingness ( NOTHING! The rage is gone, the sorrow’s a statue, the backdrop’s a burning city ) and weep at what you wrought in your arrogance . Go, and try to find something there, for when HADES did the answer was a graveyard where the cries off the dead had withered to nothing. Where there should have been something, there it was empty.
empty, empty, empty. PITY THE FOOL, PITY HIM.
He laid a hand ‘pon his breast, the beat of muscle the only thing of his heart that remained, and the curve of his smile was as hollow as it was predatory.
“ The play does not suit you, “ she was too sincere to lie, that’s what killed him the most. “ Tell me, dearest aurore – ”
Meet him knife to knife, his was a sharpened blade. “ Tell me, did you cry for me ? ”
