[Writing Drabble] - In a Monochromic World (PH)
Okay so uh... Out of nowhere I got into a really writing-esque mood and this was born.
Beware of spoilers for the recent chapter of Pandora Hearts and looooots of Angst. xDDD;;
Cold.
This world had lost it’s light and luster.
Thrust from a colourful world to one of monochrome; colors lost to black and white with no hope of returning. He saw it this way and it wouldn’t change.
Gold light reflected in glassy violet hues like a dulled mirror in passing as he continued to watch the world pass on outside without a second thought. Only one person had been able to light up this world and give it color. Like a painter who added the right shades to a work of art to make it a masterpiece. He had once been happy; able to smile but now was a far-away cry from that happiness. Fingers touched and smoothed along unblemished, clear glass, trailing down until they finally stopped and all at once, Leo wished he had bangs to hide behind. Feeling vulnerable… it was a feeling he’d long hoped would never experience. It was here and driving the proverbial dagger through his heart, further widening the cracks that had formed from the day he’d come to realize it was his fault.
Everything.
Then why wasn’t he the one who died?
Now… while he was alive… he would never be able to be the same person he had been once upon a time. The type of person who could smile, joke and hide in order to believe he could see a different world other than the one before him; beneath his fingertips and cooling the tips of his once-warm fingers. Breath hitched in his throat and he nearly let himself break again before bracing himself and bowing his head against the window in an attempt not to lose himself in the searing emotions burning through his mind so harshly he could hardly even remember to stand on his own two feet.
Leo could no longer look at himself and see just Leo anymore. He’d see him. The man he’d become in name and the same whose voice whispered painful things in his ear that he could no longer ignore.
My Lord, Leo Baskerville
His mind reeled when he thought about those words and could still feel the sting of tears that had run down his cheek while a deceptive hand tried to brush his tears away. Trusting he would really be able to accomplish so much. That when the day came… he could eliminate his very existence off of this earth. Hands clenched tight against where they’d rested against the wall, breaths ragged and the very world starting to spin with more hurt; regret he couldn’t push away.
Make it all stop.
There were breaths he could hardly even draw as he clenched his eyes shut and set his jaw firmly.
I’m sorry, Leo.
Was that all he could have said then? Anything else… it would have hurt a lot less than it did now. Painful, searing rips forcing cracks open into gaping, ugly wounds. Remembering those words only brought back the scent of copper and the way he had felt with drying blood on a body that had only started to lose it’s inviting warmth.
All that left him were painful memories of the times when he could smile and laugh with him.
Have someone there to stop lips from curling into a scowl that went beyond anger or even the pain borne from the opened gashes in his heart that matched the searing rush from his fist as it connected with the wall. Muscles trembled and twitched with the newfound physical pain as blood seeped from split skin that was only a shred of just how he was really feeling.
Cold. Alone. Left with so many burdens that he didn’t know if he could handle on his own and thrust into everything he’d been trying so hard to run from.
“…My Lord. It’s about time we get going. I wouldn’t want us to delay any longer than we have already” The voice cuts through the silence like the sharp edge of a knife and all at once there’s hands on his shoulders and pulling gently. Without sparing a glance he knows that falsely soft, gentle voice that belonged to him, promising not to cause him harm with the promise of being erased from this world someday. So many sharp words reaches his lips but he never says them, instead bowing his head and fingers sweeping over his cheeks to rid of tears he wasn’t even aware had fallen. It’s a smooth motion he uses to turn and face the world once again - the very same monochrome with it’s golden lights - as he remembers his smile.
His apology and the future that lay before him now.
Though whether he will be able to think of that and return to that world of colors and escape a monochrome reality remains a wordless question in his mind as he steps out of that room, heart heavy and forever with regret.
Beware of spoilers for the recent chapter of Pandora Hearts and looooots of Angst. xDDD;;
Cold.
This world had lost it’s light and luster.
Thrust from a colourful world to one of monochrome; colors lost to black and white with no hope of returning. He saw it this way and it wouldn’t change.
Gold light reflected in glassy violet hues like a dulled mirror in passing as he continued to watch the world pass on outside without a second thought. Only one person had been able to light up this world and give it color. Like a painter who added the right shades to a work of art to make it a masterpiece. He had once been happy; able to smile but now was a far-away cry from that happiness. Fingers touched and smoothed along unblemished, clear glass, trailing down until they finally stopped and all at once, Leo wished he had bangs to hide behind. Feeling vulnerable… it was a feeling he’d long hoped would never experience. It was here and driving the proverbial dagger through his heart, further widening the cracks that had formed from the day he’d come to realize it was his fault.
Everything.
Then why wasn’t he the one who died?
Now… while he was alive… he would never be able to be the same person he had been once upon a time. The type of person who could smile, joke and hide in order to believe he could see a different world other than the one before him; beneath his fingertips and cooling the tips of his once-warm fingers. Breath hitched in his throat and he nearly let himself break again before bracing himself and bowing his head against the window in an attempt not to lose himself in the searing emotions burning through his mind so harshly he could hardly even remember to stand on his own two feet.
Leo could no longer look at himself and see just Leo anymore. He’d see him. The man he’d become in name and the same whose voice whispered painful things in his ear that he could no longer ignore.
My Lord, Leo Baskerville
His mind reeled when he thought about those words and could still feel the sting of tears that had run down his cheek while a deceptive hand tried to brush his tears away. Trusting he would really be able to accomplish so much. That when the day came… he could eliminate his very existence off of this earth. Hands clenched tight against where they’d rested against the wall, breaths ragged and the very world starting to spin with more hurt; regret he couldn’t push away.
Make it all stop.
There were breaths he could hardly even draw as he clenched his eyes shut and set his jaw firmly.
I’m sorry, Leo.
Was that all he could have said then? Anything else… it would have hurt a lot less than it did now. Painful, searing rips forcing cracks open into gaping, ugly wounds. Remembering those words only brought back the scent of copper and the way he had felt with drying blood on a body that had only started to lose it’s inviting warmth.
All that left him were painful memories of the times when he could smile and laugh with him.
Have someone there to stop lips from curling into a scowl that went beyond anger or even the pain borne from the opened gashes in his heart that matched the searing rush from his fist as it connected with the wall. Muscles trembled and twitched with the newfound physical pain as blood seeped from split skin that was only a shred of just how he was really feeling.
Cold. Alone. Left with so many burdens that he didn’t know if he could handle on his own and thrust into everything he’d been trying so hard to run from.
“…My Lord. It’s about time we get going. I wouldn’t want us to delay any longer than we have already” The voice cuts through the silence like the sharp edge of a knife and all at once there’s hands on his shoulders and pulling gently. Without sparing a glance he knows that falsely soft, gentle voice that belonged to him, promising not to cause him harm with the promise of being erased from this world someday. So many sharp words reaches his lips but he never says them, instead bowing his head and fingers sweeping over his cheeks to rid of tears he wasn’t even aware had fallen. It’s a smooth motion he uses to turn and face the world once again - the very same monochrome with it’s golden lights - as he remembers his smile.
His apology and the future that lay before him now.
Though whether he will be able to think of that and return to that world of colors and escape a monochrome reality remains a wordless question in his mind as he steps out of that room, heart heavy and forever with regret.