Song- Solitude: M83
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"I cannot bring my brother back, father. But I can bring you peace." Peace felt like an impossibility to those that knew not of what it felt like to touch it, to hold it, to give it to another, but it was those very people that too knew not of what pain looked like, how it ravaged everything in its path, yet they still inflicted it upon others, they still gave it to another.
Perhaps it was with them in mind that I looked upon my father with eyes that grew harsher with his voiceless pain, that beaded into stone the longer that I watched him sit beside me upon his bed, the blue of his own pupils barely resembling a colour behind the hurt, his skin firming to a grey with the raindrops that had stained it in such a way.
He did not speak, but he would, I was certain of it.
Footsteps grew louder when they tried to match the beat of your nervous heart, when they were supposed to crack the earth instead of walk it, when there were four sets of steps that paired with eyes that expected something, that always expected something. They were thunderous, almost righteous, and I could feel the way that the ground outside of the home pandered to their feet, parted to create a path just for them.
There was something wondrous about how the Keepers had taken this world and moulded it in the centre of their palms, how they could use their magic to create their pedestals and stages, yet I had been told that I could not heal, that it was out of my abilities to do such a thing. The word immorality had been shouted from these stages as the Keepers had stood upon them, even when I had been just fifteen, yet I hoped that perhaps this new strength would create my own stage with my own voice.
When I heard mumbled voices from beyond the door and the steps became suddenly too close, my hands could not contain their apprehensive jitter, the magic feeding from such a feeling like it was a being itself, whispering and begging for me to just pull the door open. So I did, and for a moment, their expectant eyes waited, and the pause felt everlasting.
"Do come in!" My tone was lilted, perhaps in a false way to trick my mind into believing in a confidence that they did not. It seemed somewhat surreal, that the Keepers followed me into the space where their eyes scanned what was dark and what was sad compared to the diamonds and jewels that glistened from what they wore.
"Please, have a seat." To direct the directors was an action of taken power, and not in the magical sense. They did what I said, because they were within my home, and perhaps for a moment I was too hopeful that they would come from a place of my understanding, that their eyes would bear disbelief but intrigue at the magic I was yet to display. But the being that the magic was rinsed through my body, becoming subdued as it lay like stagnant water within my bloodstream, to remind me that the strength was not for everyone, maybe not for them to understand.
Though my mind was swarmed with the unrealistic hope that maybe this would all be to prove that they did truly seek to comprehend the power that they desired to protect, I noticed changes within the Keepers, small details that were perhaps foolish to give attention to.
Rookwood and Rackham's steps broke superiority into my home through the floorboards, their heels cracking to the few seats before them. Though Fitzgerald walked through the door first, her instinct was to pander to their power, allowing them to sit and herself to stand despite her higher status in this world. Bakar followed her, seeming to keep himself close to Niamh, protectively almost, choosing to stand beside her rather than take the seat that she did not. San Bakar was a man who valued how important he was to this life, but I too questioned whether he would stand beside those who he valued more than that notion entirely.
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