EVENT THREAD: When the sun is everything to you...
*It's sunset on the cliffside. Johan reaches out with his hands from his place lying back on the ground to touch the sun, knowing he could burn him in his heat, blind him with his brightness, knowing that it is impossible. Still he does so.
It is a need that he cannot explain, a desire he cannot understand, but it is an integral part of his life, much like breathing and eating. So he stretches his arms in a beseeching pose, a coaxing gentle smile on his face, as if he wants the sun to understand his need, as if he wants the sun to come down from where he is and take his hand.
He will never do so. No matter what he does, he never will. His face is turned towards something far beyond the ground, fixed to the stars where his dreams lie. At times, he will look back and he will see him looking up; he will know that he will always be there and, knowing that, he will warm him with his presence, filling him with the light and warmth that he has come to expect.
He sees the road he wants to take, knowing that he will follow it at any cost. And he wants, above all else, to protect him, if not from the elements outside then from his own self. He wants to protect him from the weakness ingrained in his very being, weaknesses that can also be viewed as strengths at the right light. He wants to be there to see him shine and burn at his hottest, be there to defend him should the universe see those weaknesses and decide to exploit them.
He wants to protect him because, of all the things in this world, he had been the only one to reach out with his shining light to enfold him in his warmth. Now, he would do anything to prevent him from burning off.
This is his goal: to protect this shining sun and ensure that nothing can hurt him. If he needed to become the moon in order to preserve the sun, he would do so. He would do anything for the sun though he will not know that he does this for him and not for himself.
One day, he may find that he has reached him in his place up in space as he shines down on all of the planets in his vicinity, and without him noticing, he will hover ever-near to protect his light.
Then maybe, just maybe, he can do the impossible and touch the sun.
But that time is not now. So he simply studies the warm palette of the sky, moving his hand as though he were the one conducting the setting of the sun, smiling peacefully. Ruby is sitting next to him, watching the gradual course the sun is taking to sink below the horizon, off to warm another part of the world.
Not now, but maybe someday, he thinks, he'll be able to truly touch the sun.*
((OOC: Because I felt like it. I also felt like writing a giant metaphor, haha. D|))
It is a need that he cannot explain, a desire he cannot understand, but it is an integral part of his life, much like breathing and eating. So he stretches his arms in a beseeching pose, a coaxing gentle smile on his face, as if he wants the sun to understand his need, as if he wants the sun to come down from where he is and take his hand.
He will never do so. No matter what he does, he never will. His face is turned towards something far beyond the ground, fixed to the stars where his dreams lie. At times, he will look back and he will see him looking up; he will know that he will always be there and, knowing that, he will warm him with his presence, filling him with the light and warmth that he has come to expect.
He sees the road he wants to take, knowing that he will follow it at any cost. And he wants, above all else, to protect him, if not from the elements outside then from his own self. He wants to protect him from the weakness ingrained in his very being, weaknesses that can also be viewed as strengths at the right light. He wants to be there to see him shine and burn at his hottest, be there to defend him should the universe see those weaknesses and decide to exploit them.
He wants to protect him because, of all the things in this world, he had been the only one to reach out with his shining light to enfold him in his warmth. Now, he would do anything to prevent him from burning off.
This is his goal: to protect this shining sun and ensure that nothing can hurt him. If he needed to become the moon in order to preserve the sun, he would do so. He would do anything for the sun though he will not know that he does this for him and not for himself.
One day, he may find that he has reached him in his place up in space as he shines down on all of the planets in his vicinity, and without him noticing, he will hover ever-near to protect his light.
Then maybe, just maybe, he can do the impossible and touch the sun.
But that time is not now. So he simply studies the warm palette of the sky, moving his hand as though he were the one conducting the setting of the sun, smiling peacefully. Ruby is sitting next to him, watching the gradual course the sun is taking to sink below the horizon, off to warm another part of the world.
Not now, but maybe someday, he thinks, he'll be able to truly touch the sun.*
((OOC: Because I felt like it. I also felt like writing a giant metaphor, haha. D|))