✽ UTSUBOH'S ( @utsuboh ) JADE HAS ADDRESSED THE QUEEN OF RUINATION : 🕯️. | INNER THOUGHTS PROMPT. ACCEPTING !
i. what depth is there to be attached to the mystery of you? : You hail from the sea, do you not? Treacherous mistress some label it, for the sea cannot be conquered or tamed. Nay! All those who seek to pursue this endeavour are only to find their final doom. The sea is unforgiving. On its bright surface, wondrous glimmers may be seen, a spectacle of light and water.
Ah, but do elders in every part of the world not warn? Do they not tell you to be wary of beautiful things, for one may never know their deceitful nature? The sea (your home), thus, becomes a harmonious contradiction of many elements. Is there a treasure chest to be found at the bottom of the core of you? Or unexpected horrors? It is no secret: many are the tales in which a foolish sailor, lulled in by siren's song, is taken to their demise.
So, tell me, charming one, you who hail from the sea, what depth is there to be attached to the mystery of you?
ii. you bare your sharp teeth. i bare my own to your sight. : We both are the monster mothers warn their children about throughout those bedtime stories, are we not? We are required to exist in these oh so palatable forms, akin to a beast in a cage. Of course, we cannot let the world see us as we truly are, can we now? Who shall think of the children? Of the shrieks of those who cannot embrace horror, despite their courageous declarations while they lie still in the shelter of the light?
Oh, but reveal yourself to me! Show me your nature! I want to witness you, the true you, not the mask you craft, much like me, so that we - deities forbid - produce a sense of agitation in the eyes of this world's dwellers. Tell me, darling: is it not driving you to the brink of madness? To exist not as you truly are, but to cut yourself into an acceptable form only so that you may be permitted to continue to dwell on this land? Does it not seem to you we live in a perpetual farce, a masquerade? Oh, but reveal yourself to me! Reveal yourself to me! Reveal yourself to me!
You bare your sharp teeth. I bare my own to your right. I laugh. Is this all there is to you?
iii. though you are closest to home i am to find in this far away realm, for a moment do understand i must leave. : It is not with a light heart I tell you of that which I must do. Understand, fellow horror, I cannot permit for the one who has brutally shattered my sense of home to continue to exist! I shall morph into the plague that constricts the very air out of his lungs, I will become the pyre that hungers, hungers, hungers. In order for my crime to be achieved, we are to part ways.
Though you are closest to home I am to find in this far away realm, for a moment, I ask you to understand I must leave. I hold no term to capture the burden beginning to reign in my chest. My thirst for revenge clashes with the existence of this strange warmth in my chest only you alone can stir inside me. I cherish all the memories I have of you, no burning of mine shall ever hold the power to alter this truth. Is this what those inhabiting this world name to love another, to exist in a state of offering another a place in your heart? When have you even crawled there? When have I begun building you a tower in my soul's kingdom?
iv. skeletons lie upon the bottom of the abyss : I find myself drawn to the song of the sea. A flame continues to burn within me. Everything burns! My blood, my mind, my very essence. Water is meant to be the element that wields the strength to put out fire. And, yet, the entirety of the sea cannot hope to put me out! I exist as a primordial roar, an all-encompassing ravenous fire.
Then, from the waves you emerge at last. The corners of my mouth nearly involuntarily turn upwards, forming a smile. Do you know me still? Can you recognize me? Or have I never shown myself more true to your sight than I do now?
Skeletons lie upon the bottom of the abyss. Of this we are both aware. I, too, much like you, am a graveyard for my hands are not the hands of one whose resolve favours the worship of life. I am death, ruination, fire, unbridled wrath, limitless passion. My dead are turned to ashes. Yours lie deep beneath the sea. Even for all that, do we not exist in accordance to everything our nature implies?
I reveal the morbid nature of mine ; only to find it reflected in yours. And, perhaps, this is the cause for which I have permitted for your sharp teeth to become acquainted with my skin. Why I, too, have not hesitated to bite into you. I presume home is where you may lay naked (not in a physical sense), where you may be seen, where you may exist as your most repulsive self, and be embraced nonetheless. Oh, my love! I could hoard you like treasure! I would give you the Moon, I would drink the sea if only to know you ever so close to my heart, where you, in my never once humble conclusion, belong.
