@4taking asked : " i know what you were thinking. it stings, doesn't it? we're no heroes. --- and well, we aren't. but, you can't let a word get ahold of you. it doesn't have any power, they don't have any power. they're just ---- fools that want someone to blame when it all goes to shit. "
DISTRESSED CRIES OF FLIGHTLESS BIRD shall not once meet the ears of those whose fangs sink deep, deep. they know not of what horrors they have traversed, of what losses they have endured to fight for this faux peace that teeters on thin ice ———— it is fragile, oh, so fragile, yet those who have not once faced the BURDEN of preventing even a single misstep dare speak to them of heroism. /// a drunkard knows not of what he speaks, he is but one person dictating to healer what constitutes true heroism. in a messy, convoluted string of words that could barely form a cohesive sentence, confidence had been struck. each act of pure kindness that stemmed from this bleeding heart, aiming to one day reach the desired fruit of redemption, to thoroughly bite into it & revel in its sweet nectar ..... how far, how cruel that fate's pawn, one mere drunkard, is enough to silence this dream. he is no hero. true harbingers of peace would have stopped this already. his light is nothing compared to maiah or cisma's. he's not worthy.
in but a fleeting moment, she speaks, intonation as domineering as always. there is no such thing as a filter around the likes of maiah volkoh ; words meticulously woven together from deceitful lips are naught but her truth, asserted as an objective truth that, no matter the person she spoke to, would come to accept her truth as reality. had it always been right ? he knows not. sam is not a man of pure judgement ; he has no right to judge others. they knew that, didn't they ?
❛ i ———— ❜ silence. it was if she knew his very though process. as if she could read the manner in which eace facial lineament dropped, forsake the once cheery, benevolent light that it had accepted, no matter how transient it was !! albeit their relationship may not be the finest one, it is indubitable that she cares. she cares for him, just as the others do. a reminder. brought back from the depths he had been sinking into for a moment. ( must you always fall back 'pon the hand of another ? shall you continue to burden them, even when you had vowed to stand alongside them, not behind them ? none could ever hope to be as insatiable as you, sam winds. ) cease erroneous thoughts. they are not his. they are not mine. it is his turn to speak, he has left her in silence for too long. how unbecoming.
❛ my apologies, i suppose i let that drunkard's word get to me too much, ahah ... ❜ slowly, but surely, do ears rise, lips pulling up into a grin bit by bit. ( even if my light shall never be comparable to that of maiah's or cisma's, i shall do my best to be a worthy comrade at their side. ) ❛ admittedly, i'm fine. thank you, maiah. we have done a lot & more than they could ever face to truly know hardship. now, come on, let's not dwell on this moment for too long, we've yet to truly partake in the festivities of the night. ❜ if one were to entertain the idea, say that they aren't heroes, then that is fine. sam's heart speaks true : the many acts maiah & the scions have committed to are enough to make them a hero in sam's eyes.
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