♛ 𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹 .
cursed does shadow swallow each one of the blonde’s step as worn , tormented piece scramble to puzzle themselves together –––– there’s naught but unholy war on the brink of the own fool’s doorstep in any manner of speech as infernal explosives of blazing trails leaves them sunken into the golden gloom of approaching hour ; he’d enter watching it spill over the ancient wood that would quietly crack under weight , by the smell of lingering sandalwood and patchouli , old dust by the shelves , railing of staircases and the emptiness that filled untouched rooms sunken in such frozen liminal space the prince continued to dwell in . naught but the elder’s bleeding spirit may could have saved him and if glance was only attentive enough . . shimmering would grand piano shine as if polished each day anew , by the pedal’s feet scattered pages of pieces by handwritten script and accompanied by nocturne’s guarding quietude merely to be interrupted by keys that danced alike playing with the surface of murmuring tide’s waves that spun to break . bitter is burnt tobacco leaving its traces airborne as heavy door falls shut behind the blonde –– this time it is not solely his presence that swiftly ghosts across smooth laminate . lost heart , crimson does it bleed , stain each of heavy footsteps , failing to glide with usual composure of persona clad mask , delicate alike porcelain to soon crack glazed surface . wishes to clutch wounded area to just push the knife deeper into his cursed existence ; yet all that makes it past mirage painted vision is the coat that strives off scarred shoulders , gaze to fall , crooked crown to lower . at his feet , folded paper , vividly green ––– he’ll have to hold on longer . captured between fingers , folding technique of artistic discipline the blonde’s familiar with and it takes naught but small fraction of second to recognise the pattern of animal ; albeit slightly out of proportion .
the closer he approaches the wooden arc leading into hall of a living room , do their numbers increase , scattered to his feet as if to leave an uncoordinated trail and the blonde follows such unintentionally –– hues lowered to watch his step before coming to an halt at the entrance . honey soaked , illumination that soaks countenance as if taw , freshly woven ––– a glimmer untouched , prism of aurora , silk falling smoothly by the movement until it collides ; the fool has naught moved , yet is frame to leave position captured in utter silence ( not used is he to any form of company in one’s own home ; or perhaps walls of splendid cage to hold hostage ) . he’s lost his trail , never given the chance for words to form ; not when having spotted the other perched on velvet canapé , yet to be folded sheets of squared paper , deepest green . tired do bones ache as he quietly spills out , naught visible to naked vision –– another of these cursed days to be damned ; does not know where to carry himself and his soul to , where to silently let it wither and die it’s death , especially not with company despite seemingly busy with their craft . captured as if example does hand rise with one of escaped animals , “ i –– uhh , found these . in the hallway . “ , gaze glides across grand room , indeed glowing in all colours of warmth soon to leave by setting sun before arm lowers itself and blonde walks closer to said place of creation , silently mustering . died has the immortal seated beneath standing stature , naught but a thousand deaths , bound to revisit rotten realm each anew . and yet ––– does he want to whisper by the simper of lips curving –– ring the bells . let me depart ! is it not two , unable to escape their curse ?
