Post by Beleth on Mar 4, 2019 16:01:08 GMT -6
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This land was so unforgiving and yet Beleth was as bound to it as any man that needed a hail mary - this was his home and he could not leave it even when the darkness clawed at him, begging for a foothold. Who was he without those impenetrable voices mocking him constantly? Truthfully that was the only bit of consistency in his life. He wasn't getting any younger and it seemed as he aged the insanity that plagued his father only seemed to grow and blossom within him. He could feel it burrowing deeper within the recesses of his mind - half the time his thoughts were not his own anymore and he was drowning. Which way was up? What was he to do? And Persephone, he could not face her like this. She deserved a better man, as much as he wanted to hold her tight to him and steal her away from the world he could not. A better man would have stayed, a stronger man would have faced the demons head on if it meant salvaging his relationship - but Beleth had pushed his emotions aside and he had ran. He was not a good man, he was not a solid man. He was weak. Pathetic. He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve happiness.
He understood now why Goliath had left them. Why he had turned his back on them. It all made perfect sense now. Beleth could never judge the male again and as much as he wanted to hate him he could not. He understood everything perfectly and judgment could not be given. Of course he was in no position to judge to begin with but it had been a natural reaction when he had seen his father all those months ago. But now Beleth was no better than him. The dunes of sand beneath him gave way as he followed the familiar trail he had begun to carve. Every day it shifted and his tracks from the night before withered but Beleth returned, creating his path all over again. He watched things from a distance, he watched everything. But his..dare he say it.. love, was not here. Persephone had probably moved on, it was the right thing to do and there were a fair amount of suitors in Kairos to snatch her up. But even though Beleth knew that was probably what was best for her and he knew he couldn't be mad at her for it the voices in his head snickered and sneered. They whispered that she left him just as Aphrodite had and his anger began to rear it's ugly head. It brewed and brewed and he tried to push it down, to squelch it. But over time he began to mold and turn into the angry beast that his demons wanted him to be. He was changing, he was losing himself in it all.
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word count: 493
This land was so unforgiving and yet Beleth was as bound to it as any man that needed a hail mary - this was his home and he could not leave it even when the darkness clawed at him, begging for a foothold. Who was he without those impenetrable voices mocking him constantly? Truthfully that was the only bit of consistency in his life. He wasn't getting any younger and it seemed as he aged the insanity that plagued his father only seemed to grow and blossom within him. He could feel it burrowing deeper within the recesses of his mind - half the time his thoughts were not his own anymore and he was drowning. Which way was up? What was he to do? And Persephone, he could not face her like this. She deserved a better man, as much as he wanted to hold her tight to him and steal her away from the world he could not. A better man would have stayed, a stronger man would have faced the demons head on if it meant salvaging his relationship - but Beleth had pushed his emotions aside and he had ran. He was not a good man, he was not a solid man. He was weak. Pathetic. He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve happiness.
He understood now why Goliath had left them. Why he had turned his back on them. It all made perfect sense now. Beleth could never judge the male again and as much as he wanted to hate him he could not. He understood everything perfectly and judgment could not be given. Of course he was in no position to judge to begin with but it had been a natural reaction when he had seen his father all those months ago. But now Beleth was no better than him. The dunes of sand beneath him gave way as he followed the familiar trail he had begun to carve. Every day it shifted and his tracks from the night before withered but Beleth returned, creating his path all over again. He watched things from a distance, he watched everything. But his..dare he say it.. love, was not here. Persephone had probably moved on, it was the right thing to do and there were a fair amount of suitors in Kairos to snatch her up. But even though Beleth knew that was probably what was best for her and he knew he couldn't be mad at her for it the voices in his head snickered and sneered. They whispered that she left him just as Aphrodite had and his anger began to rear it's ugly head. It brewed and brewed and he tried to push it down, to squelch it. But over time he began to mold and turn into the angry beast that his demons wanted him to be. He was changing, he was losing himself in it all.
notes: open open open oh mannn
tagged: open
word count: 493
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