Posted on January 29, 2014 at 00:20:49 AM by MIDAS
STARING AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GLASS
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST
The past is a funny thing. When you are in the present, it seems as though you have your whole life planned – like a script that only need acted out before coming to comletion. Upon looking back you realize that nothing ever turned out like you anticipated.
He had never meant to leave.
When he had offered Sylvia that queen position years ago, the gold had believed it would be forever. They would rule together as the last true king and queen of Atlantis and they would be happy. Aria would be behind them, in the shadows like it fit her character, but she would be hope, Sylvia would be strength. That had never come to be.
In retrospect though, the king had been right about one thing, Sylvia was strength. As they approach the cavern, chocolate muzzle occasionally ruffles her neck. Still reveling in her scent, the scent only dreamed of for so long. He lets it fester down into his blood. Until it is part of each breath, a necessary part, like oxygen. “Queen. I chose it because you were strong.” Murmurs rattle between the clack of hooves against harsh rock. Rain echoes inside the cave but the ground is thankfully dry. The air feels heavy and oppressive. A rank smell of must or mildew issues from deep within. This place has been empty a long time.
It makes the king more confident as he walks forward. He need not fear predators here. Bronze orbs latch onto blue ones. “And because you settled me like no one else could.” He smiles, remembering the feisty young boy who used to do foolish things just for the hell of it. The gold may yet do foolish things in the future, but all with calculated risk.
Here it was – the question that couldn’t be avoided. “For Aria.” A whisper. Gaze breaks and falls to the stony floor. Foot shuffles uncomfortably underneath him. “She is part of my past. And I know you can accept this. But just understand-” Eyes once again match Sylvia’s. “You are my future.” There is no denying what has happened. The king realizes achingly that she probably already knew, or suspected why he had left. “And I want everyone to know how special you are to me.” Heart surges and body moves forward uncontrollably.
Mustang neck ones again wraps around hers. The darkness seems to settle. The rain beings to fall in repeating patterns. Hearts join the resounding echoes. “Be my Consort, my pearl, and stay with me. Until the end of time…”
He had never meant to leave.
When he had offered Sylvia that queen position years ago, the gold had believed it would be forever. They would rule together as the last true king and queen of Atlantis and they would be happy. Aria would be behind them, in the shadows like it fit her character, but she would be hope, Sylvia would be strength. That had never come to be.
In retrospect though, the king had been right about one thing, Sylvia was strength. As they approach the cavern, chocolate muzzle occasionally ruffles her neck. Still reveling in her scent, the scent only dreamed of for so long. He lets it fester down into his blood. Until it is part of each breath, a necessary part, like oxygen. “Queen. I chose it because you were strong.” Murmurs rattle between the clack of hooves against harsh rock. Rain echoes inside the cave but the ground is thankfully dry. The air feels heavy and oppressive. A rank smell of must or mildew issues from deep within. This place has been empty a long time.
It makes the king more confident as he walks forward. He need not fear predators here. Bronze orbs latch onto blue ones. “And because you settled me like no one else could.” He smiles, remembering the feisty young boy who used to do foolish things just for the hell of it. The gold may yet do foolish things in the future, but all with calculated risk.
Here it was – the question that couldn’t be avoided. “For Aria.” A whisper. Gaze breaks and falls to the stony floor. Foot shuffles uncomfortably underneath him. “She is part of my past. And I know you can accept this. But just understand-” Eyes once again match Sylvia’s. “You are my future.” There is no denying what has happened. The king realizes achingly that she probably already knew, or suspected why he had left. “And I want everyone to know how special you are to me.” Heart surges and body moves forward uncontrollably.
Mustang neck ones again wraps around hers. The darkness seems to settle. The rain beings to fall in repeating patterns. Hearts join the resounding echoes. “Be my Consort, my pearl, and stay with me. Until the end of time…”
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies