Call me : Darkness

Happy

Darkness

Darkness

More darkness

It edged closer to Aurora, it stinged her tender skin and paled her already pale cheeks. But then color would rush to her aid, turning her cheeks pink and tears would emerge from her eyes.

Darkness

It devoured her.

She tried to keep the fears at bay.
After excruciating days of being locked up in a room inked with shadows, anyone would break.

But Aurora wasn't anyone.

She was the daughter of the two most powerful grisha, who - accidentally - happened to be crushed by a mere Otkazat'sya.

Funny.

Dark.

Darkness.

Nothingness.

The endless, devoid shadows made her mind hollow and empty. Aurora wanted to feel something, anything - though she did not understand her feelings.

She wanted to be anywhere but at that specific moment.

Her wish was funny, since she could be somewhere besides this place.

The rebellious part in her rebelled.

If scaring her is what he wants then so be it.

The shadows lurked underneath her palms, pooled in her fingers for they were unaware of the child's discomfort.

She was but a mere child.

Aurora felt squeezed, a feeling which was more than normal for her. But she also felt rejected.

Rejected by....everyone.

First her mother left, then her father locked her in a room.
What had the little girl ever asked for except acceptance.

Her mother looked at her as if her eyes were something uncommon - uncommon would be the incorrect word -
Wrong.
But her father?

He despised her. Despised her existence.

"Monster!" The very frequent comment reverberated in the thin understanding of the girl's mind.

Why was she treated this way? Was it a sin, to have eyes like the shade of clouds?
Everyone commented on them. Everyone.

Of course Aurora never truly understood what the fruit vendor said, or what the midwife said for that matter.
But the grim look the people gave her, along with the look of pure hatred, it scared her.

That was possibly the only thing that scared her, up until now.

Aurora was desperate to call upon that someone.

Aeksander

But would she ?
No.

Her mind was too rebellious for that kind of shit. (Sorry i can't frame it better)

Yet when her eyes closed for the briefest moment, she found herself in a very gloomy tent. A tent which was designed to be gorgeous but happened to be very scary - at least for her, with the nightshade curtains.

"Again?" Someone huffed.

Aurora shut her eyes again and focused on vanishing. She called upon that feeling, which she often felt clawing at her. The feeling that bought comfort as well as coldness. It was cold. At the feeling, she would feel a glacial wave crashing against her soft fingertips.