Tombs: Over
Tombs sat alone in his living room, looking over the various statues and sculptures of Mouse he had made for the last few months. It was a long day and the night proved to be just as tiring. News of Bear, watching the newly Awakened girl, and finally keeping an eye on the Seers. It almost felt like he was doing more work than he did as Heirarch. Isaiah shook his head and closed his eyes, listening to the music in the dim room as the October night continued to pass him by.
His thoughts, when not upon the present, flew like an unkindness to memories of Mouse. Memories of the touch of life and the breaking of his newly gained heart.
A small bitter smile touched Tomb's face as he heard the words from the song.
"Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head"
The song had a leisurely and melancholy beat, one that he thought even he could slow dance to. Isaiah could not help, but remember the gathering in Kentucky, before he discovered the truth about Mouse and Gates. He remembered so clearly, Mouse shyly approaching him with her dance card and a request to dance.
They never had the chance to indulge in one dream, before reality was made apparent to him. She was another man's woman, a man she actually loved and wished to be with where as Tombs was just a friend. The Moros concentrated on the shadows in the room and sculpted a Mouse made of darkness. He slowly rose and placed his arms around the barely tangible silohette of the woman who accidentally gave him a heart to be broken.
Tombs began to dance, closing the blue eyes he so often kept concealed.
"I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
over, over, over, over..."
One side of his mind relaxed, while the other maintained the tenebrous spell over the October shadows borrowed from the unlit corners of his solitude.
"i know it's over and it never really began
but in my heart it was so real."
Tombs shook his head slightly, pulling the shadow closer to him as he continued to gently sway left to right with his dark partner. He did not feel the chill of the shade, but recalled the warmth burning within Mouse when they had kissed. The Arrow did not smell the Autumn air or dust that gathered about his home, instead he smelled the Half Dead's hair. His sigh was his heart's death rattle.
"love is natural and real
but not for such as you and I, my love"
Isaiah slowly turned his partner in a circle and looked into the darkness he had given shape. It had been so long since he last spoke with her and finally he accepted the cold reality she loved another. Tombs' shed a tear as he realized the only way he could dance with Mouse now, was to dance with her borrowed shadow.
Gently, he leaned forward and kissed the shade's cold unyielding lips before letting the silohette flee.
The words he spoke were soft and tender like a declaration of whispered love, they were charged with power. Isaiah moved his hands in a brutal gesture as if tearing something apart. The mudra was full of the resignation, sorrow, and anger mirrored in Tombs' blue eyes.
In a burst of entropic power, each of the lovely and delicate statues of Mouse crumbled into only dust. Isaiah was left alone with his tear coloured thoughts in the dark.
"Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head."
His thoughts, when not upon the present, flew like an unkindness to memories of Mouse. Memories of the touch of life and the breaking of his newly gained heart.
A small bitter smile touched Tomb's face as he heard the words from the song.
"Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head"
The song had a leisurely and melancholy beat, one that he thought even he could slow dance to. Isaiah could not help, but remember the gathering in Kentucky, before he discovered the truth about Mouse and Gates. He remembered so clearly, Mouse shyly approaching him with her dance card and a request to dance.
They never had the chance to indulge in one dream, before reality was made apparent to him. She was another man's woman, a man she actually loved and wished to be with where as Tombs was just a friend. The Moros concentrated on the shadows in the room and sculpted a Mouse made of darkness. He slowly rose and placed his arms around the barely tangible silohette of the woman who accidentally gave him a heart to be broken.
Tombs began to dance, closing the blue eyes he so often kept concealed.
"I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
over, over, over, over..."
One side of his mind relaxed, while the other maintained the tenebrous spell over the October shadows borrowed from the unlit corners of his solitude.
"i know it's over and it never really began
but in my heart it was so real."
Tombs shook his head slightly, pulling the shadow closer to him as he continued to gently sway left to right with his dark partner. He did not feel the chill of the shade, but recalled the warmth burning within Mouse when they had kissed. The Arrow did not smell the Autumn air or dust that gathered about his home, instead he smelled the Half Dead's hair. His sigh was his heart's death rattle.
"love is natural and real
but not for such as you and I, my love"
Isaiah slowly turned his partner in a circle and looked into the darkness he had given shape. It had been so long since he last spoke with her and finally he accepted the cold reality she loved another. Tombs' shed a tear as he realized the only way he could dance with Mouse now, was to dance with her borrowed shadow.
Gently, he leaned forward and kissed the shade's cold unyielding lips before letting the silohette flee.
The words he spoke were soft and tender like a declaration of whispered love, they were charged with power. Isaiah moved his hands in a brutal gesture as if tearing something apart. The mudra was full of the resignation, sorrow, and anger mirrored in Tombs' blue eyes.
In a burst of entropic power, each of the lovely and delicate statues of Mouse crumbled into only dust. Isaiah was left alone with his tear coloured thoughts in the dark.
"Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head."