[Orig] Snippet 1 (Untitled, Vergessen Revival)
Title: Untitled (Snippet 1)
Arc: Vergessen Revival
Warning: mentions of MPREG
A/N: This one is suppose to be around the ending already... but heck.
A/N2: Again, found this in my older entries... I keep on forgetting of posting this one up here. But now, it's here! So yey! =D Anyways, this one is about Sigmund reminiscing about his son and father.
Word Count: 1487
Snippet 1
Vergessen Revival
He stared down at his child, caressing soft milky skin with tenderness. As he touches his son, he wonders if his father also does the same when he's an infant. He probably does. After all, why wouldn't he?
"Your Highness, it is time."
Sigmund turned his head toward the voice, and saw Lord Orcium standing in the doorway. It is time. Time for him to leave. Time for him to disappear. Thoughts of his father resurfaces, as he look back at the sleeping child.
"Lady Selestia will be here soon enough to take care of the young prince, my lord. Now please, we must hurry."
He sighed and softly put the fragile child back on the bed. How he wish he can stay, with this sweet child beside him everyday...
"Your Highness..."
"I know."
Heavens, he swore his voice cracked then. Just then, he let his tears fall, wetting the bed sheet. He's going o miss this child. He's going to miss his Mildean. But most of all, he will miss his father.
The memories of his father.
It was foolish of him, honestly. He shouldn't let it happen, but id did. Images flash on the back of his mind, his father's figure lying on the bed, drinking in the very sight of every curves of his body. He could feel the intensity of those crimson eyes, of how it was eating him alive. He could feel it, the tingling feeling, the shivers brought by those fingers, hands that were stained with millions of people's blood.
Shaking away these memories, he turned and walked away. He's not coming back, until the era where only the Northern Light had lived, all perished by him.
He stared hard at the floor, the marble floor shining the sun's afterglow. how he'll miss this castle.. this... home.
Without looking back, he walked past Lord Orcium, who soon follow him. He walked and walked, each passing step a dull sound to his ears. He felt so empty, all feelings lost... will he still have them when he returns? No. He'll be a different person once he return. Chronos said so. He's always right. Chronos. The almighty god of time. He who lead them all yo this part of fate.
"Seriously, my lord. You must not worry that much. The Tennyos are all willing to help Mildean rebuild back to its splendor, and I'll make sure everything will go as plan. The Crimson Knights are all ready to protect the young prince, I swear nothing bad will happen to him! Not even the tip of his hair!"
He didn't bother listening to Lord Orcium's words. He knew the elder knight was only trying to comfort him but why? Why can't he stay and watch Mildean reborn again? Why does he have to leave his child in the mercy of these people, of the Elders?
"--and I'll assure you no Elder will be able to harm the boy!"
Again, he just shook his head and look ahead of him. From this distance, he can see the statue of Mishakal, right beside a door. A door that leads to his doom. A door that will be locked for all eternity. A door that will keep him from entering the outside world. Why bother locking him there when one day, they will wake him up again?
They come to a halt in front of the door. He can feel the twitches and fidgets Lord Orcium make. He can't blame him. Anyone will, as they both look at the door, its hinges already rusted.
"I knew it this is a bad idea... Anything those old crones make are bad..." He heard Lord Orcium mutter. Bad idea it is. Actually, he can just turn back and run away. Lord Orcium won't mind. In fact, the elder knight would help him. But this is saving the world, right? This is protecting his son from Ravenus, right? This is locking away memories of his father and the forbidden love that still lives, right?
Finally, he let the last of his tears drop. The door opened under the strong yet hesitant pull of Lord Orcium. Everything is going to end here. Everything.
With a final sigh, he trudged inside, his last thought being that of his father and the smile only reserved for him.
[xxx]
Selestia hurried silently across the hallway. For the umpteenth time, she lost the young prince again. She walked past numerous doors, turned on the corner and thought of where the prince will hide himself in. She searches the prince's hideout on her mind, and decided to check the garden first.
Past the stone columns, she stepped into luscious grass and glance around her surroundings. No, the prince isn't here. There's no mop of blue hair littering the garden.
Thinking again, she tried to remember the prince's weird antics. It was then when she heard a soft music hanging around the air. The sound of a piano.
She ran to the music room as fast as she can. By the time she arrived in front of the door, the sound of the music becomes louder. Ah, the young prince and his talents...
She quietly opens the door and the music stopped. Blinking, she saw the prince staring at the afternoon sky, lost in his thoughts.
"Why stop?" She asked. He didn't answer back though. He just keep on looking at the sky, the sun setting. Then he turned his head her way and blinked. And blinked again.
He must have blinked ten times, because only after 10 seconds did he come into himself again and smiled that sweet smile.
That sweet fake smile.
"I remembered him."
Him? Selestia tilted her head and calmly walked towards the boy. She sat beside him on the piano chair and laid her fingers on the keys. She played a chord, followed by a tune. Humming softly, she glance back at the boy who stared at her with awe. She pulled back and hugged him in a motherly way.
"Remember. Even if he's not around, it doesn't mean you can't be who you truly are."
"But they said..."
"They always say such things, Loki. You must learn to stand on your own grounds. Besides, you're the prince, right?"
"But they're the Elders..."
Selestia sighed. This is what you get when you don't have a king in Mildean. The Elders will come out of their churches and use their influences to control the heir. Strangely enough, they always succeed in controlling their future king, when everyone knows how manipulative they are, only wanting Mildean because of greed and power.
"Listen to me, Loki. You don't need the Elders to teach you on what to do and not. You only need this." She said, finger pointing at the center of his chest.
Loki stared at the finger on his chest and back on the eyes of its owner. His heart? Follow his heart? What does she mean?
"Only your heart speaks the truth, Loki. Only the heart."
Only the heart, he thought. Funny, he thought it was the heart who always lie to him.
"Lady Selestia--"
"Neechan."
Loki blinked at her. Neechan? But she isn't--
"I want you to call me Selestia Neechan. Or just Selestia. The Lady thing makes me feel old." She lightly joked, smiling down at the boy. Honestly, she just turned a century old last year. She's still young... Very young.
"Are Tennyos really... took that long to age?"
"Some yes, others no. Why?"
"Well... I just..."
The boy strolled off, letting his words hang in the air. Its always hard to let him speak what he truly felt. He feared for other people's feelings, not his own.
"If you're wondering how I manage to lead an entire army of knights on my age, then its simply because I have the strength."
She let her eyes wander to the piano, at its intricate designs. If Mildean wants a king that knows what true leadership is from her, then she will give them one. After all, she volunteered as the prince's tutor.
"I wish I also have that strength..."
She heard the boy mumbled. Again, she just sighed. This is getting harder than she thought.
"Loki... Do you want to be a good king?"
She let the question hang like how the boy did to his words. She waited and waited. She felt the boy going stiff beside her, shaking. But with what? Fear? Depression? Or was it self-pity? It isn't fair, for someone so young like him to be burdened with such task...
"Neechan... If I want to be a good king, will I be one?"
Finally. Selestia let herself smile widely. After years of hard trying, she finall done it.
She was able to hone out the spirit of a true king. A king that will be an ideal to everyone, to every future king Mildean will have.
END
Arc: Vergessen Revival
Warning: mentions of MPREG
A/N: This one is suppose to be around the ending already... but heck.
A/N2: Again, found this in my older entries... I keep on forgetting of posting this one up here. But now, it's here! So yey! =D Anyways, this one is about Sigmund reminiscing about his son and father.
Word Count: 1487
Snippet 1
Vergessen Revival
He stared down at his child, caressing soft milky skin with tenderness. As he touches his son, he wonders if his father also does the same when he's an infant. He probably does. After all, why wouldn't he?
"Your Highness, it is time."
Sigmund turned his head toward the voice, and saw Lord Orcium standing in the doorway. It is time. Time for him to leave. Time for him to disappear. Thoughts of his father resurfaces, as he look back at the sleeping child.
"Lady Selestia will be here soon enough to take care of the young prince, my lord. Now please, we must hurry."
He sighed and softly put the fragile child back on the bed. How he wish he can stay, with this sweet child beside him everyday...
"Your Highness..."
"I know."
Heavens, he swore his voice cracked then. Just then, he let his tears fall, wetting the bed sheet. He's going o miss this child. He's going to miss his Mildean. But most of all, he will miss his father.
The memories of his father.
It was foolish of him, honestly. He shouldn't let it happen, but id did. Images flash on the back of his mind, his father's figure lying on the bed, drinking in the very sight of every curves of his body. He could feel the intensity of those crimson eyes, of how it was eating him alive. He could feel it, the tingling feeling, the shivers brought by those fingers, hands that were stained with millions of people's blood.
Shaking away these memories, he turned and walked away. He's not coming back, until the era where only the Northern Light had lived, all perished by him.
He stared hard at the floor, the marble floor shining the sun's afterglow. how he'll miss this castle.. this... home.
Without looking back, he walked past Lord Orcium, who soon follow him. He walked and walked, each passing step a dull sound to his ears. He felt so empty, all feelings lost... will he still have them when he returns? No. He'll be a different person once he return. Chronos said so. He's always right. Chronos. The almighty god of time. He who lead them all yo this part of fate.
"Seriously, my lord. You must not worry that much. The Tennyos are all willing to help Mildean rebuild back to its splendor, and I'll make sure everything will go as plan. The Crimson Knights are all ready to protect the young prince, I swear nothing bad will happen to him! Not even the tip of his hair!"
He didn't bother listening to Lord Orcium's words. He knew the elder knight was only trying to comfort him but why? Why can't he stay and watch Mildean reborn again? Why does he have to leave his child in the mercy of these people, of the Elders?
"--and I'll assure you no Elder will be able to harm the boy!"
Again, he just shook his head and look ahead of him. From this distance, he can see the statue of Mishakal, right beside a door. A door that leads to his doom. A door that will be locked for all eternity. A door that will keep him from entering the outside world. Why bother locking him there when one day, they will wake him up again?
They come to a halt in front of the door. He can feel the twitches and fidgets Lord Orcium make. He can't blame him. Anyone will, as they both look at the door, its hinges already rusted.
"I knew it this is a bad idea... Anything those old crones make are bad..." He heard Lord Orcium mutter. Bad idea it is. Actually, he can just turn back and run away. Lord Orcium won't mind. In fact, the elder knight would help him. But this is saving the world, right? This is protecting his son from Ravenus, right? This is locking away memories of his father and the forbidden love that still lives, right?
Finally, he let the last of his tears drop. The door opened under the strong yet hesitant pull of Lord Orcium. Everything is going to end here. Everything.
With a final sigh, he trudged inside, his last thought being that of his father and the smile only reserved for him.
[xxx]
Selestia hurried silently across the hallway. For the umpteenth time, she lost the young prince again. She walked past numerous doors, turned on the corner and thought of where the prince will hide himself in. She searches the prince's hideout on her mind, and decided to check the garden first.
Past the stone columns, she stepped into luscious grass and glance around her surroundings. No, the prince isn't here. There's no mop of blue hair littering the garden.
Thinking again, she tried to remember the prince's weird antics. It was then when she heard a soft music hanging around the air. The sound of a piano.
She ran to the music room as fast as she can. By the time she arrived in front of the door, the sound of the music becomes louder. Ah, the young prince and his talents...
She quietly opens the door and the music stopped. Blinking, she saw the prince staring at the afternoon sky, lost in his thoughts.
"Why stop?" She asked. He didn't answer back though. He just keep on looking at the sky, the sun setting. Then he turned his head her way and blinked. And blinked again.
He must have blinked ten times, because only after 10 seconds did he come into himself again and smiled that sweet smile.
That sweet fake smile.
"I remembered him."
Him? Selestia tilted her head and calmly walked towards the boy. She sat beside him on the piano chair and laid her fingers on the keys. She played a chord, followed by a tune. Humming softly, she glance back at the boy who stared at her with awe. She pulled back and hugged him in a motherly way.
"Remember. Even if he's not around, it doesn't mean you can't be who you truly are."
"But they said..."
"They always say such things, Loki. You must learn to stand on your own grounds. Besides, you're the prince, right?"
"But they're the Elders..."
Selestia sighed. This is what you get when you don't have a king in Mildean. The Elders will come out of their churches and use their influences to control the heir. Strangely enough, they always succeed in controlling their future king, when everyone knows how manipulative they are, only wanting Mildean because of greed and power.
"Listen to me, Loki. You don't need the Elders to teach you on what to do and not. You only need this." She said, finger pointing at the center of his chest.
Loki stared at the finger on his chest and back on the eyes of its owner. His heart? Follow his heart? What does she mean?
"Only your heart speaks the truth, Loki. Only the heart."
Only the heart, he thought. Funny, he thought it was the heart who always lie to him.
"Lady Selestia--"
"Neechan."
Loki blinked at her. Neechan? But she isn't--
"I want you to call me Selestia Neechan. Or just Selestia. The Lady thing makes me feel old." She lightly joked, smiling down at the boy. Honestly, she just turned a century old last year. She's still young... Very young.
"Are Tennyos really... took that long to age?"
"Some yes, others no. Why?"
"Well... I just..."
The boy strolled off, letting his words hang in the air. Its always hard to let him speak what he truly felt. He feared for other people's feelings, not his own.
"If you're wondering how I manage to lead an entire army of knights on my age, then its simply because I have the strength."
She let her eyes wander to the piano, at its intricate designs. If Mildean wants a king that knows what true leadership is from her, then she will give them one. After all, she volunteered as the prince's tutor.
"I wish I also have that strength..."
She heard the boy mumbled. Again, she just sighed. This is getting harder than she thought.
"Loki... Do you want to be a good king?"
She let the question hang like how the boy did to his words. She waited and waited. She felt the boy going stiff beside her, shaking. But with what? Fear? Depression? Or was it self-pity? It isn't fair, for someone so young like him to be burdened with such task...
"Neechan... If I want to be a good king, will I be one?"
Finally. Selestia let herself smile widely. After years of hard trying, she finall done it.
She was able to hone out the spirit of a true king. A king that will be an ideal to everyone, to every future king Mildean will have.
END