#rip steven

prompt: describe the setting of a lake, after a young man just committed a murder. Your challenge is to not explicitly mention the murder.

Steven stood on the short damp grass; liquid crimson beads etched onto a dagger that laid by the waters edge.

He watches as the tiny swirls turned to small waves, crashing into the grass leaving more droplets of liquid. Like the river was trying to clean the red of its shore, that figure that stoically stayed in the grass. Crimson blending into the water that attempted to wash away the pool of red, to no avail.

Steven lowered down to carelessly pick up the cold dagger and placed it in the waves, letting the water cleanse it of the pain it just brought.

The thick forest behind felt to grow darker, shadows shifting to block him away. As if anyone ever succeeded in that.

Steven narrowed his eyes, standing up to look back at the forest. As if challenging it.

He would not let his weak nature be his downfall. He’d fought too hard to stay alive, he would not loose his life now.

Thunder struck from abovehead, sky flashing him a warning he would not obey. There was only one who gave him warnings he’d listen to. The sky knew that, the waves knew that, the figure that laid still in the grass knew that.

And Steven especially knew that.

The gods gave him a warning knowing full well that he would ignore.

No one and othering told him what to do. He listened willingly when he did not have to. But he knew what would happen if he chose to not comply.

Steven was no god. A god would not feel this pain, this pity. A god killed without mercy and without thought. Taking the lives of innocents.

Steven was no god.

It was Zack who was his.

Bring Him Back 😡😡

Sincerely,

Everybody