#nihitober25

Won't be able to work on it today nor this week end at all so here's my October 3rd/nihitober #3 and #4 piece sketch !

#3 choice (Ed choosing to set fire to his home, Roy giving Ed the choice to enter the military) and #4 aware (by the end, they've both been through human transmutation and seen the truth/Truth)

Roy has never enlisted/conscripted/pressured Ed into the army, he gave him a CHOICE, the only opportunity they had, but a choice nonetheless, I will die on this hill.

Call back to me poets Send me back the muses From me you have taken my inspiration And dotted me with bruises

Send back for me, friends Foes or enemies The precursor need not matter I need the spirit in me

To lift a pen, again To write with a metaphor trail To be inspired again To not watch every rhyme fail

To live, to fall and to fall in love To give, to take, to observe Infinite possibilities, oh muse If you would be of use

Can you hear my echo, In the cave of the dead? If all the poets died together, Where is the disease bred?

In the mind, the soul, the body? The pen, the sword, the tongue? Is it bred anywhere and everywhere Or maybe for those special ones?

I'll die among the poets They'll welcome me home We'll be buried in flowers  Face turned to the liminal

And if they ask who I was The words will speak my name They will tell my story I will have my fame

Achilles was a poet,  Bathed in full glory, Died in full blood, And yet we know his story.

I will be just like him I will seek my fame Call it kleos or not In the end it's all to gain

Come, inspire me muses. Let me see the lakes of the poets Let me reach the mountains of the recluses Our country's geniuses

Crown everything in full gold Full splendour and radiance Let nothing ever age Let everything be momentaneous

I will speak of the flowers in the fields I will touch the river bed I will give way to nature I will give way to death

Let me speak And, oh poets, may you listen! I want to be among the greats I want to be reminiscent

Of the whisps of the past That whisper sweetly in our ear Of the haunts of the future  That stand so close and near

And last of all Of the sight of the present And all the action it beholds:

Hold the flower, lie down, and take your last breath

Day 2 - Ghost

Late at night, Shen Wei fights a lonesome battle against the realisations of how close he'd come to forever losing Zhao Yunlan.

written for day 5 of ace's #nihitober, prompt: fury

Sometimes, Shen Wei lies awake at night and can’t stop his thoughts from spiraling. Zhao Yunlan breathes at his side, his chest moving rhythmically with each breath.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

And yet, Shen Wei’s mind is, just as rhythmically, filled with waves and waves of anxious:

What if—

What if—

What if—

Each dreadfully unended. 

It’s been three months since the Guardian Lantern gained its wick back, re-lit for centuries to come. The danger is gone. Shen Wei is still here. Zhao Yunlan is safe. Kunlun’s memories are back. The Lantern is alight. Everything that’s happened has been brushed out of the general public’s awareness. 

Zhao Yunlan is safe.

Zhao Yunlan. Is. Safe.

But he almost wasn’t.

Going through prompts and lists and mashing them up as I see fit, and this list spoke to me. Here's Day 1 in honor of the first prompt "Missing". Might do a few more from this list, we'll see how I feel tomorrow.