‘ I promise you will not always be this war ’
Leon had been sitting out in the courtyard for hours now, parked in the bare patch in the middle of the grass that had been scorched away, having yet to recover with new life. Perhaps it never would. He found himself sitting here a lot lately, as if the dirt beneath him could bring back all that he had lost.
He glanced upward as he heard Amel approach and picked at a couple long blades of grass outside of the dead area, twirling them in his long digits. "Are you certain?" He asked quietly, glancing back out over the property with an emotionless expression. "Because I've always been this war...with myself, with this life. I barely know peace, now. I try and try but it always seems to slip through my fingers."
The scenery was just as heartbreaking than the very first time. That single shape almost faded among the far shadows of trees, quiet and immobile as a ghostly remain of pain and misery spread by his own replimoid hands. Amel didn't feel like welcome in that very place, yet he forced himself to break the distance. There had been enough silence and maddening loneliness.
He spoke before noting the words coming out of his troubled mind. Instead of ignoring them, he sat at his turn somewhere beside Leon where he wouldn't encroach the memories carved directly on the ground. "I am, yes." He said with a light nod, burning somehow with a curiosity he had kept tamed for years now. "You are still very young, Leon. I don't know much of your life after all, as a mortal and an immortal. But what I know is that time always helps, no matter how blurry it seems, and how painful it is." He paused, his head tilting with the weight of a thought he gauged silently, unsure how it would be taken. "You are not alone on these battles, my love. Not anymore."
Leon was unsure how to respond, a slew of mixed emotions raging within as Amel sat so near him when all he wanted was to be alone. "If the next century is like this and as it was before, I don't want it." He stated almost bitterly, no clue, as always, as to where this hatred inside was coming from.
"You say I'm not alone in these battles but they are mine and you cannot fight them for me..." He paused, swallowing a great lump in his throat that was threatening to blossom into tears. "I don't even know how to fight them. I barely know how to exist in this modern world...why must I watch everything and everyone around me continue to change when I, myself, cannot?" It was true, he had struggled to keep up as time passed, finding thoughts of wanting to greet the sun a more frequent idea as of late. "I'm tired, Amel."
