@maljefe said: ‘ sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing ’
“ You really think that? ” There was a stickiness to his voice that was almost like honey, if that honey was hot and molten. It isn’t to say he was mad, oh no, but instead it was riveting—fiery—passionate—being human and longing is a sad and beautiful thing full of its promises ready to be harvested. Being human and longing is FEAR. Ready to erupt, ready to engulf the earth with that longing burning every living thing, every little thing that comes to touch it. Potential to be destructive yet in that destructive lied an opportunity of renewal. That renewal, he surmised, is what one should be truly weary of. “ Humans are the scariest things on Earth, wouldn’t you say? They find a way to crawl out of that rut sometimes and become something that the rich and even the gods may fear. Something that monsters would fear too. ” To the point of becoming monsters themselves when they start longing for something they refused to let go of.
So easy, it was so easy to shrug off humans like they’re feeble all the time. To shrug off the children, to shrug off the poor, to shrug off all who weren’t on top of the food chain when in truth, they could be the greatest forces of destruction all because of longing for something better. Dreams they held onto with a deathly, bloodied grip. “ Sometimes I forget that I was human. ” They called him a ‘Demon’ just because he was ruthless; because he imposed strict discipline only for the few to actually speak to him to discover a pleasant, kind and tender heart—but what does that matter when its war? They see what they wanted to see and they saw a demon. Demon! He looked up to the sky where the full Moon shone dauntingly with his desolate but fiery red eyes. His mouth parts but for a sharp breathe, sucking in cool air through clenched teeth: “ But I was and I longed and I got and I lost and I stood back up again, furious—pissed, and becoming this. ”
BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES // NOT ACCEPTING