Posted on January 23, 2013 at 07:40:54 AM by legion
legion wasn't right in the head, he knew that... hell everyone he had ever met before knew that. he wasn't right, whole, sane. No he was broken perhaps broken to the point of no salvation but his brother and mother tried. he was nothing compared to Them, he was the reason SHE had died, the reason they had run. If it wasn't for him She would still be alive and Blackmore wouldn't have had to run. it would have been best if we had allowed our father too kill us. we are nothing compared to them; broken damaged, wrong... his thoughts leaving the taste of rot and death coating his mouth till he wanted to gag on the taste. The whisper of the voices are limp rust colored bursts of dried blood, while the sounds of screams ring in his ear. Letting out a painful soft sound, legion ducks his head, turning it away to try to hide it as he lay in the bushes his Brother had hidden him in. It was all his fault, he should have just let their Father kill him; he was worthless, weak, pathetic... a danger to his Brother. A shudder rolls through him as his head twitches, eyes wincing at a phantom pain even as he digs his teeth almost savagely into his hide. the same shade and tone as Her's, but he is unworthy to bare such a thing. legion didn't want to be here, didn't want to be the cause of his Brother's pain, His grief. But Mamma had told them to run.. no She had told Blackmore to run. Did that mean that She had expected him to stay and keep Papa away? worthless, spineless, weak, pathetic, broken ingrate...BURDEN! why are we alive when She is dead? It should have been us, we know it; Blackmore knows it. So why are we still breathing? Sharp painful grief and guilt pierces him making him flinch and jerk in the grass, eyes so tightly closed that they watered from the pain. The voice dripping into his mind like a poison while it waits in the back of his mind. legion didn't have the answer the voices were looking for, couldn't tell them why they were still breathing when they should have been an empty carcass on the ground. But She had said run, Blackmore had been nudging him to go and his feet had done the running with out consulting his head. his head lifts at the sounds of hooves heading his way, the gait a familiar cadence against stone and earth. Ears perking legion lets go of his shoulder head turning towards the sound as he continues to listen to the hoof beats as his Brothers scent reaches him. “Blackmore" his Brother's name making the taste of fresh spring grass and heather float in his mouth slowly over powering the lingering taste of decay. While sparks of mellow blue bursts in his inner mind, he always did enjoy the way his brothers name tasted on his tongue. Standing quickly his balance off and the movements unsteady but stands he does and waits, when his massive big Brother finally breaks into the small thicket, legion reaches out his head happy now to have him back. Blackmore was his sanity, his rock, his stability... He was everything, He kept the insidious voices away. he listens in excitement as Blackmore speaks of His new home, his voice bright canary yellow fading slowly into a pale dawn cream leaving legion blinking slowly in confusion at the words. he got to stay? Why did he get to stay and with such a pretty shiny title? he shouldn't be allowed to stay it is because of him that She had died, because of him Blackmore had ran. he didn't understand why he got to stay especially when it lined his Brothers face so, made his eyes dull and his voice the stressed dull umber color of dying leaves the edges red with forced happiness. But he nods his head, ears still perked forwards in curiosity, he wanted to see, he wanted to explore. So legion fallows at his Brother's side, his shoulder pressed as close as he could with out impeding Blackmore into the larger stallion's side, head hanging low as he watches the terrain carefully. Rocks were tricky little things. Head lifting a bit he blinks once more, head twitching again as he considers his Brother's words. “Home..." does that mean he gets to keep it? we don't deserve a home not after what we did to Her... 
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(Okay so apparently apart of legions insanity is synesthesia, he has two types: lexical → gustatory synesthesia, individual words and the phonemes of spoken language evoke taste sensations in the mouth.
sound → color synesthesia, or chromesthesia is "something like fireworks": voice, music, and assorted environmental sounds such as clattering dishes or dog barks trigger color and firework shapes that arise, move around, and then fade when the sound ends.
I am not sure if I am going to keep writing him this way yet, so I am really sorry if this seems condescending; I am really tired ><; and yet cant sleep so sorry again!)
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- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; January 25, 2013 at 06:40:44 AM
- We will all laugh at gilded butterflies - By legion January 27, 2013 at 04:59:41 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; January 28, 2013 at 09:50:22 PM
- We will all laugh at gilded butterflies - By legion January 27, 2013 at 04:59:41 AM
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