[jp] Red
He doesn’t realize the red he’s seeing is in his eyes until he passes a store window and sees himself.
He doesn’t recognize the image before him in dark, reflective glass…worn jeans, black tank top ripped at the collar, and too-short hair making him seem thinner than usual. The sun is lightening his nearly jet black hair with streaks of caramel, his cheeks shadowed by stubble he can’t be bothered to shave.
And his dark eyes are blazing red coals, reflecting the power he feels boiling in his blood.
Moving closer to the window, transfixed, he remembers the initial surge of fury that carried magic on its back, a blast of power like he’d never felt in all the weeks since he’d entered into the Fraternity. It’s more still than that, it’s a touch of the divine…it belongs to him alone and no one else, but in spite of its intoxicating nature he feels no jealousy for it.
He remembers the rush of satisfaction that came from laying hands on Farah, blessing her with hope in its truest form…
All at once the fire in his irises dies, leaving them dark again. Dark, hollow, empty. Useless.
He understands, then, what the legends and tales about diminishing elves and faeries that fade and die with a lack of faith are really all about as he sinks to his knees on the busy city street. Hope is leaving him, bleeding through his pores and into the world around him. He can feel it working, the smiles and the deep breaths of fresh air coming off that second wind sustaining the humans surrounding him.
It leaves him and goes back to them…humanity. The thing he’s never actually been a part of.
Hope has a source, though, and faces of its own, just like the Darkness. Even now, one bares its face to him as he shuts his eyes and sinks back against the cool, slick pane pressing into the newly bared nape of his neck. He shivers and wishes for his hair back.
He wishes for Zee back.
Shutting his eyes, Tommy holds on to the vision of that face, praying it will sustain him. Bring back the fury, the white-hot rage that was keeping him on his feet. White hot rage, red hot coals where eyes should be. See the world through a veil of fire…
…the fires of the first dawn…
Bloody irises face the world again as his eyes slide open.
He ignores the chaos of a blown out six block power grid as he gets to his feet and starts moving again.
He has work to do…he has to find Zee.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 447
He doesn’t recognize the image before him in dark, reflective glass…worn jeans, black tank top ripped at the collar, and too-short hair making him seem thinner than usual. The sun is lightening his nearly jet black hair with streaks of caramel, his cheeks shadowed by stubble he can’t be bothered to shave.
And his dark eyes are blazing red coals, reflecting the power he feels boiling in his blood.
Moving closer to the window, transfixed, he remembers the initial surge of fury that carried magic on its back, a blast of power like he’d never felt in all the weeks since he’d entered into the Fraternity. It’s more still than that, it’s a touch of the divine…it belongs to him alone and no one else, but in spite of its intoxicating nature he feels no jealousy for it.
He remembers the rush of satisfaction that came from laying hands on Farah, blessing her with hope in its truest form…
All at once the fire in his irises dies, leaving them dark again. Dark, hollow, empty. Useless.
He understands, then, what the legends and tales about diminishing elves and faeries that fade and die with a lack of faith are really all about as he sinks to his knees on the busy city street. Hope is leaving him, bleeding through his pores and into the world around him. He can feel it working, the smiles and the deep breaths of fresh air coming off that second wind sustaining the humans surrounding him.
It leaves him and goes back to them…humanity. The thing he’s never actually been a part of.
Hope has a source, though, and faces of its own, just like the Darkness. Even now, one bares its face to him as he shuts his eyes and sinks back against the cool, slick pane pressing into the newly bared nape of his neck. He shivers and wishes for his hair back.
He wishes for Zee back.
Shutting his eyes, Tommy holds on to the vision of that face, praying it will sustain him. Bring back the fury, the white-hot rage that was keeping him on his feet. White hot rage, red hot coals where eyes should be. See the world through a veil of fire…
…the fires of the first dawn…
Bloody irises face the world again as his eyes slide open.
He ignores the chaos of a blown out six block power grid as he gets to his feet and starts moving again.
He has work to do…he has to find Zee.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 447