#casting away

 Contrary to everything Captain was fighting to open Shiro’s eyes as promised. He told him in assurance if he ever needed a residential ass-kicking he’d be the one to deliver. He issued a promise that he’d win the next confrontation after their Budokai Showdown. This idealism was too far-fetched even for a world commended to fantasy. Shiro prevented the Seeker to even get disgustingly close to him building a fortified wall of layered ice before him. “Leave Solaire. You can’t stop what’s already set in stone. I would demolish a repeat again of you humiliated. I left you in heaps more times than I can count. Your one moment under the Sun was your sign of the Navigator and the Spinner feeling empathic for you.” Even despite the empowerment of demonic and rage that Shiro embodied. His pride knew pity for his foe and insect outside his curated glass window. It’d take an unnecessary an abundance of hassle effort energy to rid himself of the roach then just strolling up intelligently and departing with what he came for than dully his white-gloved hands with a scummed trivial loser. Kuro’s punches pounded against the sheer slated ice like an imbecile trying to crush against opposition and obstacle. The brute and savage showing. “Shiroooooo!!!” He’d call out as his knuckles bounced back against the surface his sanguine and skin parting only fueling and drawing closer his adrenaline his frenzy increasing.This helpless settling in flickered his aether. From marine to crimson. The other part could win. It felt certainty but to give in insured rationality couldn’t be recovered. The Seeker of the Sun’s head pounded against the conjugated wall in a density and showing feat his head was lead dull, closing his eye and settling aside and sticking against it. Meanwhile the experienced mage was ridding and dispelling all the protective wards that prevented anyone but a Mhachi to attain this Relic that once led a colony of them to escape Belah’dia. It unleashed one’s greatest and darkest desires but at the cost of equally a sacrifice to light the locked away lantern. In the shuttered lids came the psyche. As the pirate approached a long-narrow staircase downward into a leaf catered garden of nurtured and preserved flowery who would’ve ever thought a beast would be kept here of all places in a grove of the ages. Chains rooted into the foundation of gravel heard spun. Only wrists were captive and bound together to prevent troublesome shred soul-cutting claws from swiping out at its other halve.It had refused to feast and eaten for a while and overgrown hygienically. Its stomach scrunched together signs of deformity and lack of nourishment all signs. Its muscularity and vascular was all depleted. The tension caused the petal’s of every flower to turn and quiver to the approached. On the external surface Captain’s forearm and runic designs that were binding engravings undid to flickering a blinding blazed blue. “I can’t defeat him… Not without my other side. But, I know... If I free you. You’ll kill him and consume him whole. Aside t’ what he believes, I want to help him. I’ve never been one to best anyone with magick, least not without some flashy tricks and cheats. I seemed t’ have left my cards underneath the table. So like all deals and trouble, I’ve ever found myself in, I’m here to strike a bargain you can’t refuse.” Grumbling and growling was heard on the opposing side he felt the harshness of his inner throat feeling pressured and squeezed. He looked up to the shifting skies that were wavy like sea within there were a cosmic set of stars in the shape of a heart. It was his inside this dystopia paradise or least the frame-work of it. It was nothing more than an outline or a pictured border. In the middle it was missing and lacking anything but an abyss. Lowering his gaze with leaden sorrow. A strange water poured out in a one-sided streak across his cheek. “This is yours if you let me use our might.” He’d pull out a single Seventh Heaven flower in representation still laced freshly with former aetherial strands of the lifetime visited. The meaning and symbolism was a pirate removing his most cherished piece of himself, a memory of every recollection of his loved one. In honestly it was probably better for him to hand it over to this other portion of himself. Though he couldn’t quietly ever reflect or enjoy the same moonlight that he once loomed underneath. It was removing a sanctuary and a haven.

“I know... I’ve been given a finer gift above n’ clouds here. Even if I don’t know how to use it yet. So what ye say snarls? Hurry up before I change my mind!” The predatory side stepped in as a forward diagonal lash came in a sharp claw closely slicing against the vacuum between them. The chain kept it steadied and allowed the creature’s glowering visage to cant his wrists to an open palm. Humoring the gestured offer. The pirate fearlessly lowered away his possession before stepping back. The beast stood up from a crouched and lowered frame and opened its mouth agape and tossed the flower into its mouth and munched on it. To ensure and selfishly know that it couldn’t ever be reverted. Judgement lit animalistically in hues back with predatory enclosed diamond irises. He watched the shock and a short burst of defiance to the Captain before he recomposed. The digestion worked nearly immediately forgetting what he even exchanged. Next the bestial incarnation shoved and angled a single razor nail into his lock containing his bindings and turned breaking them on its own. Walking up to his more feeble and weaker counterpart despite the predicament they were in and starring unnervingly with a violent pressure. He felt their inner shared realm begin a downpour each droplet containing a surge of intoxicating aether. On the outside what was Captain’s marine stems and roots that made links and connections of the sailors aspect became contagiously a crimson rose that continuously fluxed and began lunching on the sea blue in contesting spurts.

Once Krishnakishore asked me, 'Why have you cast off the sacred thread?'. In those days of God-Vision I felt as if I were passing through the great storm of Aswin and everything had blown away from me. No trace of my old-self was left. I lost all consciousness of the world. I would hardly keep my cloth on my body, not to speak of the sacred thread! I said to Krishnakishore, 'Ah, you will understand if you happen to be as intoxicated with God as I was.'