TWENTY-SEVEN: PART TWO Candlelight and Dragons In a mad world, only the mad are sane.
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— December, Winter Entry One
I believed in the screaming.
Perhaps it took me a long time to understand whose screaming it belonged to.
I've killed a man today. I do not recognize his face. He wears a blank expression, no smile or light in his eyes.
The blood on my hands doesn't wash away without tomorrow's burning light; and the screaming doesn't wash away without the shouting of the winds.
It scares me to death, perhaps I am waking up. The voice is my own. But it only comes out in distant echos; blanketing over the mountain peaks.
I have killed myself today and I cannot reach him.
But I can reach the crown. And that is everything.
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LOUIS ALWAYS HAD Remembered the Winter Storms as something beautiful.
It was the transition from where the flowers that were once trapped in frozen shells of ice thaw and bloom under the moonlight.
Stellarum appeared to be laying underneath a hazy dome of striking blues and pinks. Each rain drop that fell heavy against the stubborn snow washed away into rivers until they overflowed; pouring down the hills into the forest and revealing an emerald sheet of flora.
Spring blossomed from disaster; and invited in the fauna as the sunlight would be blanketed over the creatures as soon as the bitter freeze would melt into the earth.
Louis feels the frosted chill burst from the window at once, rushing into the Locus and having the candle light blow out once again; leaving the room darker. It appeared lonelier than it has ever looked before.
The omega wraps a thick blanket around his body once again; feet pattering towards the opening and closing both doors of the glass, trapping the sharp blades of ice outside.
"Stay, stay," Louis slowly whispered to the brisk flame that sat on the wet wick of the candle, wincing slightly as hot vanilla wax dripped down to the corners of his finger tips.
The flame goes out with a simple blink, Louis letting out a chilled exhale that came out in a puff of arctic cloud; disappearing instantly like a ghoul in the woods.
