Post by Phury Aghony Midnight on Apr 26, 2012 0:55:26 GMT -5
~The mind can swirl in red, soar in blue and fall into black. Its this perpetual possibility of emotions that weaves itself in and throughout us that causes each to morn, to become excited, to love, to hate and every other plausible emotion in between. It is that same mind that closes off our hearts, opens our senses and allows a solitary and surprising thread of the weave to entwine itself throughout and meld every other loose thread together to become as one. Centuries of life becomes nothing more than a few mere days in light of a joy unbeknownst yet becomes the very thing that light is allowed to surround.~
He sat then stood as his mind became pacified with the simple yet complex thoughts that he had forever found himself in thought with. A house thriving, his King and Queen surrounded by himself and his brothers and sisters, whether by bond or by blood. This was the ideals of many, none of which he for the much of a time had felt he deserved. Never involved, simply an onlooker from the out...in.
To be a strong warrior. One of Many. He was that strong warrior. Head first in many a thing, heart first in others yet still he bled as any other, whether from wound, heart or mind. Duties abundant, trials a plenty, strength a must and understanding a neccessity. Check, Check, Check and Again Check.
Pushing up off the bed, he swung one leg over the edge then the other as his hand went up to run through hair that shone with varied colors of the sun and the night.
Yes he thought as his head tilted and his eyes went to his shellan, for there laid his particular threaded weave of surprise and joy. Reaching forward, one palm laid against her skin, the other going against his own, he closed his eyes and the expanse of...his Mate, his Son, his Twin, his Brothers, the Chosen, his Sisters, HIS FAMILY gathered around him through that one thread that held them as one.
He sat then stood as his mind became pacified with the simple yet complex thoughts that he had forever found himself in thought with. A house thriving, his King and Queen surrounded by himself and his brothers and sisters, whether by bond or by blood. This was the ideals of many, none of which he for the much of a time had felt he deserved. Never involved, simply an onlooker from the out...in.
To be a strong warrior. One of Many. He was that strong warrior. Head first in many a thing, heart first in others yet still he bled as any other, whether from wound, heart or mind. Duties abundant, trials a plenty, strength a must and understanding a neccessity. Check, Check, Check and Again Check.
Pushing up off the bed, he swung one leg over the edge then the other as his hand went up to run through hair that shone with varied colors of the sun and the night.
Yes he thought as his head tilted and his eyes went to his shellan, for there laid his particular threaded weave of surprise and joy. Reaching forward, one palm laid against her skin, the other going against his own, he closed his eyes and the expanse of...his Mate, his Son, his Twin, his Brothers, the Chosen, his Sisters, HIS FAMILY gathered around him through that one thread that held them as one.
