Post by ALWYN THRONE on Feb 1, 2011 19:12:48 GMT -5
[bg=AB916F][atrb=style,border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; border: 5px solid #B59074;][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/iz58xe.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] Still alive but i'm barely breathin just prayed to a God that i don't believe in gods. they were higher beings that did nothing. they lazed around and let the world fall into chaos, or they helped speed the world onto the path of destruction. the petite form moving steadily closer and closer to the shrine couldn’t bother to believe in a higher power. it was too much work, and life was far to unpredictable for even a god to understand. life took sudden twists and turns that not even the best strategist could predict, and there was no one that could ever understand everything. the young throne had learned that the hard way. he had faced that lesson many times growing up, and it was ingrained in his every action. treat everyday like it’s your last. that was pointless. stupid actions came from acting recklessly, and that very saying allowed for recklessness. gods had no control because they couldn’t predict what one human could do. they would never be able to predict what thousands would do. it was incomprehensible and unrealistic. there was no one that powerful. the young illusionist was positive of this, yet his feet were walking the well worn path to the namimori shrine. it made no sense, yet it made all the sense in the world. a whisper of a sigh spread around the purplette as the wind rustled the trees. there were no leaves. it was the dead of winter. it was the time of death, but spring would soon be stepping up to the plate. alwyn throne preferred autumn to all the other seasons, but winter had reached her lovely hand down on namimori. her grip was weakening with each day, but white puffs of air still danced before the young guardian as he breathed. her grip wasn’t so frail yet, but it was only a matter of time. it was also only a matter of time before the young throne reached the shrine. doubt was beginning to eat away at the purplette’s courage as more and more steps disappeared behind the teen. his amethyst hues stayed focused ahead though. it was just one foot in front of the other, and he could keep doing that. walking was a thoughtless pattern, and alwyn couldn’t deny the need deep within him to visit the shrine. five days. five long days had passed since alwyn had met his boss. those days had been wonderful, yet guilt still gnawed away at the purplette’s mind and heart. he had allowed kenjiro-sama to see his unsightly side, and he needed redemption. he desired it so much that he was willing to visit a god he had no inclination to believe in. made all the sense in the world, yet also made no sense at all. the world was complex, and all the young throne needed to do was keep moving. nothing would happen if he just stood there and waited. events were already in motion, but he needed to keep up with them. he would be of no use to kenjiro-sama if he just stood there. waiting wasn’t an option anymore. it had never been an option for the new generation of the vongola famiglia. they needed to act. act swiftly. yet not every member of the cast had graced the city of namimori. a low growl ripped through the purplette’s throat as he finally began moving down the long, concrete path to the shrine. the shrine beckoned, and the guardian didn’t allow his footsteps to falter. that would mark him as a coward. insanity. waiting was insanity. he couldn’t wait for redemption. he couldn’t wait for the arrival of unknown forces. alwyn needed to act. he needed to keep kenjiro-sama safe. he needed to do more things than he could count. the boy finally stopped moving as there was no where else to go. clear, vibrant hues stared at the bell and thick rope of the shrine. a shaking hand reached up and tugged the rope. a clear chime echoed through the compound, and alwyn clapped his hands together softly twice. he let his eyes disappear behind pale lids and prayed. redemption. security. approval. all he wished for. all he wasn’t yet ready to obtain, but he desired it above all else. amethyst eyes snapped open as the sound of soft footsteps reached alwyn. the boy didn’t move as the footsteps grew closer, but his gaze slowly focused on the ground to his right. the guardian interlocked his hands and let his nails dig into the skin atop his pale hands, and he could feel his front teeth digging into his bottom lip. the footsteps didn’t hold any malice in them, but confidence seemed to exude all around from the general area of the sound. the young throne slowly turned himself around and let all displays of fear vanish. his hands fell limply to his sides, and a bright smile stretched across his face. his eyes were open and alert, and he was ready for anything. good morning. isn’t it nice to meet a new face at this lovely shrine? are you here to pray as well? words: -shrugs- tagged: open music: die another day - madonna TEMPLATE BY BAD RABBIT OF OTE |