A Struggle Against Storms - True Adventure Time

Day 3: Genocatharsation

Day Three: Genocatharsation

White swirls and vortexes of mist convoluted through his mind, clouding, obscuring, protecting. From behind the white shadows flickering flames of red begins to illuminate its way forward. He could picture her, Serafina. Her light, skin that emanated warmth and joy. Her volatile, ruby hair flickering as a blaze over her head. Her innocent eyes that glinted with passion. Her tiny hands and feet and her common expression of curiosity and confusion that only added to her innocence. She was an adorable person.

This image of her brought him joy. This joy, however, always had a bitter after taste. For this was not her, he could never capture everything she'd been to him or to anyone. He could never truly be in her presence again. He could only remember.

What would she look like? What would we have been like? What would be different, what would be the same, who would I be? What would she think of how I am now?... 'No point in asking... it'll never happen. It'll never come up... All I'm accomplishing is burying myself deeper...'

He could remember. They'd been sitting on the edge of the cliff outside her home overlooking the lake, they'd been laughing at something funny one of them had said. It was evening and the wind was blowing, He'd been hoping that day would just pause for them and give them the time they needed. He'd stopped laughing and was just watching her face, reveling in all the emotions he could see in her. All the emotions she was so comfortable in letting him know she was feeling. Yet, Time wasn't on their side. Neither was Nature. He could remember the panicked look on her face, but for some reason it took too long for it too register, he reacted to late. The wind carried her away.

It'd been a long time. He'd grown a lot, thought a lot. He'd accepted a lot, realized more. He was okay, 'She is okay with me.' His fiery spirit and passion for adventure had cooled to the blue resolve and calm that is strength, assurance and rightness. He recognized, though, that his old self was not gone. At his center, his heart, there would always be a flare of red.

He is willing to admit it now, he has come to terms with what he has been feeling all along. 'Alliah. I... I lo– '

"Yo! Earth to Finn!"

He snapped out of his reverie to find that the one person he felt like he shouldn't be talking to after what had just been going through his head. The Vampire Queen had taken a seat in the chair opposite him, trying to get his attention.

"Where have you been?" She said giving him a taken aback look.

"Huh..? What do you mean?" He realized that he'd been giving her a rather annoyed look without realizing it.

"You look like you were having some nasty thoughts," for once it didn't sound like she putting a double meaning on 'nasty.'

Finn leaned back in his chair and stretched his stiff muscles a bit. It was the last day before the vote. Tomorrow he was more than likely going to be kicked out of his seat of power and replaced by his rival Bersi. It was what Bersi had been working towards since he'd known him as an Agent. Finn had, the moment he realized Bersi's intentions, covenanted with himself to not stoop down to the conniving, slimy power seeker's level. He never attempted to discredit Bersi in a similar manner, he only insisted on standing as a figured of rightness, authority and leadership. Apparently, though, it was not enough.

The human had been sitting and thinking of how to defend himself in the coming council, anything that could reestablish his standing or pacify his council members. In the end, though, he just ended up drifting off on a tangent and accomplishing nothing. He returned his gaze to his friend.