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lucathiaTitle: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 6
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,870
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Brought to you by a Lucathia-who-is-not-getting-enough-sleep. What better way to deal with it than writing about an insomniac? I'm not an insomniac. I just don't have time to sleep. Maybe writing about Ceo would've been better... Misery loves company. :'D Illustrations by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiyutsuna included in the chapter!
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Outside his window, I stood watching the slumbering city, fingers resting lightly against rough bark. His house sat at the top of a hill, overlooking the residences and streets below. Soft, yellow lights dotted the scenery, producing a hazy glow obscuring the night.
Far, far away at the end of the rows of lights was a section of land where the lights didn't reach.
The graveyard.
The night breeze blew through my hair, my vision momentarily blocked by long hair. As the breeze relented and I brushed my hair out of the way, the graveyard was once again visible, but even without my vision obstructed, it was too distant for me to make out any details.
However, even without the graves in front of me, I knew every little detail of those eleven tombstones. I had run my fingers along the faded engravings so many times that even if my mind no longer remembered...
Even if my memories failed me once more, my body would remember and find the graves, just like I had done time and time again.
Over and over, I would reach out...
Was leaving the right choice? Why hadn't I returned after his father made it clear I was not welcome?
I touched the ring on my finger and brought both hands to rest above my chest.
Follow your heart, someone had once told me, someone I could no longer remember. I could not match the voice with a face, nor could I match it with a name. Even the voice itself had faded, distorted by the years and my failing memory.
Follow your heart. But how was I to do so when I didn't have one?
No heart, no memories, no identity. What exactly was I?
I held up my hand to the sky, cold moonlight shining through the leaves, enough to illuminate the ring. I didn't exactly need the light. I had studied the ring so many times that there wasn't a single thing I didn't know about it. But I wanted to see the bright emerald that lay in the center of the band. It was a beautiful, lively green amidst a whirling storm.
Just like his eyes.
His...?
I turned toward the window.
Theo's eyes?
Theo's eyes were a beautiful green.
But...
Brows furrowed, I lowered my hands. Slowly and carefully, I drew out a quill, a blue quill. It was one of the few things I had on me that connected me to my forgotten past. Miniscule cracks ran through the ink-stained tip. When I had opened my eyes without any memory of who I was, I had only three things on me that I could go by -- a necklace with a large gem, the ring, and this blue quill.
There was something about the quill that enchanted me, that made me unable to regard it as a mere writing utensil despite it not being as fancy as the necklace and the ring. The necklace calmed me, the ring gave me comfort, while the quill...
I cradled the feather and closed my eyes, leaning against the tree trunk.
The blue quill always reminded me that I had forgotten something extremely important. I had tried to convince myself that my memories did not matter, that all I had to do was guard the graves, but whenever I held the quill, I would find longing welling up inside of me.
Time and time again, I would gaze at the feather, wishing to brush my fingers against it, but I would always be afraid of damaging the quill.
It was fragile.
Fleeting.
Precious.
Why couldn't I remember?
Theo's eyes were a brilliant green. I could stare into them all day, wishing to see an accompanying smile.
But, something wasn't.... something wasn't quite right.
His eyes were a brilliant green, but...
But... why...
Why wasn't his hair blue?
He was not asleep. I listened to him turn, his sheets rustling. He had not been asleep this entire time. The other nights during this past week had been much the same. He had only slept well that very first night.
Slowly, I knelt down to move closer to the window. This was worrying. Unlike me, he needed his sleep. I did not know how to help him.
I looked down at the feather, not knowing what to do.
The city may be slumbering, but the one I guarded was not.
This was a time for rest, a time for peace, a time for dreams. What did each of them mean, I did not know, but I had hoped that he would.
Stillness ruled the night, and I too was bound by its command, released only when a voice, soft as a caress, sounded. His soft voice, a tentative question. He was indeed not asleep.
"...Roland?" he asked.
I found my voice and answered just as softly. "Yes?"
"You're not asleep?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
"You can't sleep either?"
"I can't."
His sheets rustled. His voice became muffled. Was he speaking into his pillow? "Do you dream a lot?"
"I don't."
What did it mean to dream?
"I do."
He must still be speaking into his pillow because his words became even more muffled. "I dream. A lot. Of tall, sparkling pillars. Of tiny black words like ants sprawling across parchment. Of wind rushing through my hair, just like how it does when I jump over hurdles in track and field."
As he spoke in his muffled voice, I imagined what he spoke of, images similar to what he described coming to mind, but they weren't exactly the same. There were tall, white pillars. Overflowing stacks of parchment. Ink-stained hands forming those black words Theo had mentioned.
Was I making all of this up, or had I actually seen what Theo was describing? But to Theo, it was all... a dream...? Was this what it meant to dream?
But... I don't... dream....
He paused, his voice growing even softer, barely audible. "I dream. Of obscuring masks. Of hidden smiles. Of doors I can't open."
His next sentence was so soft that I nearly missed it. But I thought he said something along the lines of, "I wish I could remember more than that from my dreams."
So Theo too had things he couldn't remember?
When he stopped talking, I thought he might have finally fallen asleep. I took a peek to make sure, glancing in from the window. He was hugging a long pillow to himself, his face buried in the pillow, his hair sprawling across his bed. No wonder his voice had sounded muffled.
I watched him breathe in and out. In and out.
I held the side of the window, planning on returning to my perch now that I'd seen him safe and sound, but the moment I'd blocked the moonlight, Theo became alerted to my presence. He shifted in my shadow, the moonlight hitting only the top of his pillow. The pillow lowered, and from above the pillow, sleepy green eyes cracked open and caught me.
I stilled.
Those beautiful green eyes softened, and he murmured, "Won't you come in, Roland?"
I held his gaze but ultimately answered, "I promised your father I would not."
The moment I finished speaking, I immediately wished that I had not answered in such a fashion, because those beautiful green eyes turned sad. A slow blink, and then they completely disappeared behind his pillow, leaving me only the sight of the top of his head. I opened my mouth, thinking to speak, but then I closed it, not knowing what to say.
I couldn't go inside. It wouldn't be right.
"Dad's not being fair," he said into the pillow. "You shouldn't have to stay outside."
"I'm fine," I said.
As long as I can keep watch over you. As long as you're safe. As long as you're happy...
I'm fine.
He shook his head and hugged the pillow closer to himself. "You're..." he started to say but didn't finish. Instead, he said, pillow quivering, "It's still not fair!"
"Your father cares a lot about you," I said. "He is very honorable in wanting to protect his..." I paused, recalling what Theo's father had called him. "...daughter."
"I'm not a 'daughter'!" Theo abruptly sat up and lowered his pillow completely. Finally, those beautiful green eyes were looking at me again, but this time in resentment. I had not wanted to anger him. Long hair dropped against his back, his sleepwear rumpled. He gestured at himself. "Do I look like a girl to you?"
I had observed him whenever he was in sight. The more I had done so, the more confused I had become about Theo's father referring to him as a daughter. Theo did have long hair, but so did I. He had fine features, but he also had a clear bump in his neck. As I studied him once more, I found that he had, at some point in time, approached the window.
He grabbed my hand indignantly and placed it on his chest above his thin clothes. "Flat as a board," he said.
His hands were not rough, nor were they completely smooth, but even those sensations did not hold my attention. Beneath my hand, a strong heartbeat thumped.
Thump. Thump thump.
I stared at his hands. At my hand. At where my hand rested. Felt the beatings of his heart. The warmth that spread through my fingers from his touch.
Over and over, I had reached out, only to be met by cold, hard stone.
But this time...
Thump thump.
Was it really... okay? Was it really okay to reach out? He was here, right? Alive. Safe. Not fragile. Not fleeting.
All at once, emotion surged through me. I could not even hope to put a name to what I was feeling. I didn't even know I could feel so strongly. I blinked my eyes. Hard. They were burning. It would not do... It would not do to let tears leak out. The tears of an undead creature were unsightly.
They were unsightly... weren't they? But why do I feel as if someone had once...
When I finally managed to get myself under control and looked up, I saw that Theo's cheeks had turned pink, and he wasn't looking at me.
He let go of my hand and muttered, "You didn't have to stare so intensely. Is it that shocking that I'm not a girl? Are you disappointed?"
"No," I answered. "Just... why does your father call you his daughter?" I closed my hand, curling my fingers, wishing to capture the warmth just a bit longer.
Theo sighed. "He's just daughter obsessed."
"But you have a sister?" It wasn't like there wasn't a daughter in the family?
"Chika is..." Theo made some motion with his hand. "She's Chika."
"Oh," I answered, still not understanding.
"Come inside," Theo said again. "I'm not a 'daughter,' so it's okay, right?"
What did that have to do with anything? I shook my head and finished what I had been attempting to say earlier. "Your father is very honorable in wanting to protect you. It's proper to set boundaries."
Theo threw his hands up. "There's being protective, and there's being overprotective!"
"It's only right that pets stay outside," I said.
Theo froze. "...What?"
I went on to explain, "Horses stay in stables. I will stay in the tree."
Theo slowly planted his face in his hands.
"Theo? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head. His shoulders trembled. Even more alarmed, I drew in closer only to discover that he was... laughing?
I relaxed. He was fine. "I will be outside. Sleep well, Theo."
I thought he might be ignoring me, displeased that I had turned his invitation down. But eventually, his quiet answer reached my ears.
"I'll try."
to be continued
:D?
Well that was a completely different mood from the previous chapter. XD I was just imagining Roland alone in the night and thinking about a lot of things, sharing a quiet conversation with Theo.
This chapter is heavily based on a lot of Kiyutsuna and Fhaystshilffe's headcanon for this universe~~, with references to scenes from later on in the timeline for A Slice of Wedding Cake that Kiyutsuna hasn't finished writing yet. (ahahaha.... *pokes Kiyu to finish writing those scenes*) I wonder if all those broken references Roland is making... makes any sense... If anything is confusing, feel free to ask. XD
Let me just say, they have this whole thing about the blue quill going on. <3333 It is much sweetness and I'm probably not doing the idea justice. *flails*
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Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,870
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Brought to you by a Lucathia-who-is-not-getting-enough-sleep. What better way to deal with it than writing about an insomniac? I'm not an insomniac. I just don't have time to sleep. Maybe writing about Ceo would've been better... Misery loves company. :'D Illustrations by
kiyutsuna included in the chapter!Previous part
Part 6: Night
Outside his window, I stood watching the slumbering city, fingers resting lightly against rough bark. His house sat at the top of a hill, overlooking the residences and streets below. Soft, yellow lights dotted the scenery, producing a hazy glow obscuring the night.
Far, far away at the end of the rows of lights was a section of land where the lights didn't reach.
The graveyard.
The night breeze blew through my hair, my vision momentarily blocked by long hair. As the breeze relented and I brushed my hair out of the way, the graveyard was once again visible, but even without my vision obstructed, it was too distant for me to make out any details.
However, even without the graves in front of me, I knew every little detail of those eleven tombstones. I had run my fingers along the faded engravings so many times that even if my mind no longer remembered...
Even if my memories failed me once more, my body would remember and find the graves, just like I had done time and time again.
Over and over, I would reach out...
Was leaving the right choice? Why hadn't I returned after his father made it clear I was not welcome?
I touched the ring on my finger and brought both hands to rest above my chest.
Follow your heart, someone had once told me, someone I could no longer remember. I could not match the voice with a face, nor could I match it with a name. Even the voice itself had faded, distorted by the years and my failing memory.
Follow your heart. But how was I to do so when I didn't have one?
No heart, no memories, no identity. What exactly was I?
I held up my hand to the sky, cold moonlight shining through the leaves, enough to illuminate the ring. I didn't exactly need the light. I had studied the ring so many times that there wasn't a single thing I didn't know about it. But I wanted to see the bright emerald that lay in the center of the band. It was a beautiful, lively green amidst a whirling storm.
Just like his eyes.
His...?
I turned toward the window.
Theo's eyes?
Theo's eyes were a beautiful green.
But...
Brows furrowed, I lowered my hands. Slowly and carefully, I drew out a quill, a blue quill. It was one of the few things I had on me that connected me to my forgotten past. Miniscule cracks ran through the ink-stained tip. When I had opened my eyes without any memory of who I was, I had only three things on me that I could go by -- a necklace with a large gem, the ring, and this blue quill.
There was something about the quill that enchanted me, that made me unable to regard it as a mere writing utensil despite it not being as fancy as the necklace and the ring. The necklace calmed me, the ring gave me comfort, while the quill...
I cradled the feather and closed my eyes, leaning against the tree trunk.
The blue quill always reminded me that I had forgotten something extremely important. I had tried to convince myself that my memories did not matter, that all I had to do was guard the graves, but whenever I held the quill, I would find longing welling up inside of me.
Time and time again, I would gaze at the feather, wishing to brush my fingers against it, but I would always be afraid of damaging the quill.
It was fragile.
Fleeting.
Precious.
Why couldn't I remember?
Theo's eyes were a brilliant green. I could stare into them all day, wishing to see an accompanying smile.
But, something wasn't.... something wasn't quite right.
His eyes were a brilliant green, but...
But... why...
Why wasn't his hair blue?
He was not asleep. I listened to him turn, his sheets rustling. He had not been asleep this entire time. The other nights during this past week had been much the same. He had only slept well that very first night.
Slowly, I knelt down to move closer to the window. This was worrying. Unlike me, he needed his sleep. I did not know how to help him.
I looked down at the feather, not knowing what to do.
The city may be slumbering, but the one I guarded was not.
This was a time for rest, a time for peace, a time for dreams. What did each of them mean, I did not know, but I had hoped that he would.
Stillness ruled the night, and I too was bound by its command, released only when a voice, soft as a caress, sounded. His soft voice, a tentative question. He was indeed not asleep.
"...Roland?" he asked.
I found my voice and answered just as softly. "Yes?"
"You're not asleep?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
"You can't sleep either?"
"I can't."
His sheets rustled. His voice became muffled. Was he speaking into his pillow? "Do you dream a lot?"
"I don't."
What did it mean to dream?
"I do."
He must still be speaking into his pillow because his words became even more muffled. "I dream. A lot. Of tall, sparkling pillars. Of tiny black words like ants sprawling across parchment. Of wind rushing through my hair, just like how it does when I jump over hurdles in track and field."
As he spoke in his muffled voice, I imagined what he spoke of, images similar to what he described coming to mind, but they weren't exactly the same. There were tall, white pillars. Overflowing stacks of parchment. Ink-stained hands forming those black words Theo had mentioned.
Was I making all of this up, or had I actually seen what Theo was describing? But to Theo, it was all... a dream...? Was this what it meant to dream?
But... I don't... dream....
He paused, his voice growing even softer, barely audible. "I dream. Of obscuring masks. Of hidden smiles. Of doors I can't open."
His next sentence was so soft that I nearly missed it. But I thought he said something along the lines of, "I wish I could remember more than that from my dreams."
So Theo too had things he couldn't remember?
When he stopped talking, I thought he might have finally fallen asleep. I took a peek to make sure, glancing in from the window. He was hugging a long pillow to himself, his face buried in the pillow, his hair sprawling across his bed. No wonder his voice had sounded muffled.
I watched him breathe in and out. In and out.
I held the side of the window, planning on returning to my perch now that I'd seen him safe and sound, but the moment I'd blocked the moonlight, Theo became alerted to my presence. He shifted in my shadow, the moonlight hitting only the top of his pillow. The pillow lowered, and from above the pillow, sleepy green eyes cracked open and caught me.
I stilled.
Those beautiful green eyes softened, and he murmured, "Won't you come in, Roland?"
I held his gaze but ultimately answered, "I promised your father I would not."
The moment I finished speaking, I immediately wished that I had not answered in such a fashion, because those beautiful green eyes turned sad. A slow blink, and then they completely disappeared behind his pillow, leaving me only the sight of the top of his head. I opened my mouth, thinking to speak, but then I closed it, not knowing what to say.
I couldn't go inside. It wouldn't be right.
"Dad's not being fair," he said into the pillow. "You shouldn't have to stay outside."
"I'm fine," I said.
As long as I can keep watch over you. As long as you're safe. As long as you're happy...
I'm fine.
He shook his head and hugged the pillow closer to himself. "You're..." he started to say but didn't finish. Instead, he said, pillow quivering, "It's still not fair!"
"Your father cares a lot about you," I said. "He is very honorable in wanting to protect his..." I paused, recalling what Theo's father had called him. "...daughter."
"I'm not a 'daughter'!" Theo abruptly sat up and lowered his pillow completely. Finally, those beautiful green eyes were looking at me again, but this time in resentment. I had not wanted to anger him. Long hair dropped against his back, his sleepwear rumpled. He gestured at himself. "Do I look like a girl to you?"
I had observed him whenever he was in sight. The more I had done so, the more confused I had become about Theo's father referring to him as a daughter. Theo did have long hair, but so did I. He had fine features, but he also had a clear bump in his neck. As I studied him once more, I found that he had, at some point in time, approached the window.
He grabbed my hand indignantly and placed it on his chest above his thin clothes. "Flat as a board," he said.
His hands were not rough, nor were they completely smooth, but even those sensations did not hold my attention. Beneath my hand, a strong heartbeat thumped.
Thump. Thump thump.
I stared at his hands. At my hand. At where my hand rested. Felt the beatings of his heart. The warmth that spread through my fingers from his touch.
Over and over, I had reached out, only to be met by cold, hard stone.
But this time...
Thump thump.
Was it really... okay? Was it really okay to reach out? He was here, right? Alive. Safe. Not fragile. Not fleeting.
All at once, emotion surged through me. I could not even hope to put a name to what I was feeling. I didn't even know I could feel so strongly. I blinked my eyes. Hard. They were burning. It would not do... It would not do to let tears leak out. The tears of an undead creature were unsightly.
They were unsightly... weren't they? But why do I feel as if someone had once...
When I finally managed to get myself under control and looked up, I saw that Theo's cheeks had turned pink, and he wasn't looking at me.
He let go of my hand and muttered, "You didn't have to stare so intensely. Is it that shocking that I'm not a girl? Are you disappointed?"
"No," I answered. "Just... why does your father call you his daughter?" I closed my hand, curling my fingers, wishing to capture the warmth just a bit longer.
Theo sighed. "He's just daughter obsessed."
"But you have a sister?" It wasn't like there wasn't a daughter in the family?
"Chika is..." Theo made some motion with his hand. "She's Chika."
"Oh," I answered, still not understanding.
"Come inside," Theo said again. "I'm not a 'daughter,' so it's okay, right?"
What did that have to do with anything? I shook my head and finished what I had been attempting to say earlier. "Your father is very honorable in wanting to protect you. It's proper to set boundaries."
Theo threw his hands up. "There's being protective, and there's being overprotective!"
"It's only right that pets stay outside," I said.
Theo froze. "...What?"
I went on to explain, "Horses stay in stables. I will stay in the tree."
Theo slowly planted his face in his hands.
"Theo? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head. His shoulders trembled. Even more alarmed, I drew in closer only to discover that he was... laughing?
I relaxed. He was fine. "I will be outside. Sleep well, Theo."
I thought he might be ignoring me, displeased that I had turned his invitation down. But eventually, his quiet answer reached my ears.
"I'll try."
to be continued
:D?
Well that was a completely different mood from the previous chapter. XD I was just imagining Roland alone in the night and thinking about a lot of things, sharing a quiet conversation with Theo.
This chapter is heavily based on a lot of Kiyutsuna and Fhaystshilffe's headcanon for this universe~~, with references to scenes from later on in the timeline for A Slice of Wedding Cake that Kiyutsuna hasn't finished writing yet. (ahahaha.... *pokes Kiyu to finish writing those scenes*) I wonder if all those broken references Roland is making... makes any sense... If anything is confusing, feel free to ask. XD
Let me just say, they have this whole thing about the blue quill going on. <3333 It is much sweetness and I'm probably not doing the idea justice. *flails*
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The insomniac here is me if any
Date: 2014-10-22 09:00 am (UTC)Does that mean Theo walked him through the entire town in the dead of the night when they first met- //unromantic first thought
Aaaaaaaaaah that picture is prettyyyyy ;A; Can I get a bigger version to use as desktop wallpaper----- //strokes that hairrrrrr
LET ME HUG YOU, ANGEL CHILD
THE RINGGGGGG wails
wailsssssss
Oooooooh emeraldddddddddd
eyeseyeseyeseyeseyes wailssssssss
THE BLUE QUILL. OH NO. OH NO THERE IT IS. I have so many damn feelings about that damn quill. GODDAMN QUILL.
The necklace <3
UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH sobs on my hands aaaaaaaah so beautifullllllll
(I am way too invested aren't I)
I AM CRYY
Poor poor baby angel aaaaaaaaah ;A; I wanna hold him aaaaaaaaaaaah
It is fine, everything is fine QuQ //cradles him
Sobsssssssssss
//rubs and hold Theo too aaaaaaah I feel your sleeping pain, dear child
Aaaaaah everything is cute
Don't mind me I'm having a lot of feelings here
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh
aaaah this looks adorable
sleepy sleepy Theo
<3333333
so many pictures today aaaaaaaaah is someone having as many feelings as me here eh
Rolandddddd just get insideeeeee
HAND ON HEART HAND ON HEART OH NO OH NO you might not remember clearly Roland but there surely are memories returning to me
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH
Rolanddddddddd you are a lovely
Thinking about Roland at night is dangerous
At least if you're me (or Kiyu)
sobcries
THE DAMN BLUE QUILL sobs in hands YOU ARE DOING IT JUSTICE
Re: The insomniac here is me if any
Date: 2014-10-23 05:06 am (UTC)Pffft. Best first date. Let's walk through the town in the dead of night. Don't worry, everyone's sleeping, so no one will notice even if you have three pairs of wings. Even if they do see you, they'll just think you're early for Halloween~.
*Roland joins the pretty hair club* Good job, Roland~~. Now you can also take part in shampoo commercials.
Important things are impoooortant. *tosses the Eternal Tranquility to the side* ET, you're not on the same angst level factor as the other two items. XD You'll get your turn later....
(<3333 Your investment is lovely.)
Rolaaaaand. *pets*
*pets you too*
Yes, yes, I think so. Bwahahaha, I got so many illustrations out of this chapter. XDDD
That hand-on-heart scene is all Kiyu. Aaaaall Kiyu. *bows down to the master*
<3333
Share some of your dreams with me, Theo~~~, I want to dream of sparkling white pillars too!
Re: The insomniac here is me if any
Date: 2014-10-23 09:08 am (UTC)(If I can do something to help you for free, tell me~~)
On the topic of Halloween, what if the idea behind dressing up in scary costumes in this world was originally "pretending to be creatures of darkness so the Demon King's troups leave you alone"~ (did that sentence make sence, I rewrote it like three times, what is grammar)
*mind immediately jumps to Theo shampooing Roland's hair*
This is the wrong ship for intense Eternal Tranquility angst xDD The thing itself is important too, don't worry, ET-kun~~~
Of course the scene is all Kiyu. Hand-on-heart is as important as blue quills. aka. the cRIES kind of important ûu *nods nods*
Re: The insomniac here is me if any
Date: 2014-10-24 02:54 am (UTC)Like that time Grisia covered everyone in dark element to pass off as undead creatures, huh? XD
I should write a Halloween special.... XD
Re: The insomniac here is me if any
Date: 2014-10-24 10:34 am (UTC)If you have enough time, that is xD;; Don't push yourself!
Re: The insomniac here is me if any
Date: 2014-10-25 07:45 am (UTC)