A soft flicker of azure cuts through the darkness. Pale blue embers dare to stray from their home and are snuffed out, leaving nothing but small and curling grey wisps of smoke in their place until even that fades from view. Turquoise eyes open and quietly watch the flames dance gracefully upon slender fingers. Each ticking second, the flames grow more bold and dare to climb upwards until his left arm is bathed in the beautiful fury of his fire.
A new year. A new decade. A new age and what does he have to show for?
Exhaling, his fire instantly snuffs out- leaving him only the smell of singed flesh and burnt clothing. Pushing off from the wall, he scoffs. His mind still continues to drift to the questions and thoughts that loom heavily over him, wrapping around his shoulders like some sort of tattered cloak for a fallen king.
It's strange to think that just twenty years prior was the turn of the millennium. It's even stranger to think of what has changed since then.
Twenty years ago he had just been a child of four years and his quirk hadn't even come in yet. He had been a child with the stars in his eyes and full of hope and excitement for the future. A foolish child with simple pipe dreams and held his head above the clouds.
Looking up to the clear sky, he finds himself gazing up into the very stars that he had loved to behold so many years ago. Taking a breath in, he finally allows the smallest of hairline cracks to grace his mask.
Each star is his countless reiterations of reincarnations. Life after life, he has lived. He has walked the grounds as a god that had turned mortal. He has seen the downfall of humanity and he has been choked out by flowers that took root within him. He has been bound by scarlet lines and he had been cursed to be a demon without a heart. He had been fated to die early and cursed to live past everyone that he had held dear to him. He has fallen in love countless times with the color gold but he had also given his heart to the color of silvery-blue.
Each life, he has pulled and stretched himself. He would continue to shape himself until the man in the mirror was nay recognizable to even himself. It leaves him with a hollow feeling and he stretches a hand up towards the blanket of stars above. He wonders to himself about what fate has in store for him with this life.
Upon the rooftop, he wonders exactly how it would feel to live on the moon. A part of him tells him that it would be cold and lonely and another part simply falls in love with that sentiment. He's always loved the idea of being totally isolated. Perhaps he just loves the twisted idea of serving as a self proclaimed martyr. Though oftentimes, he's only left with being a pariah that binds him and pulls him back.
His attention is only broken when the door behind him opens, light spills from the open door and bathes him in a soft golden light. His shadow is sent shooting over the edge of the rooftop. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the people that he has come to call a family time after time. Allowing a small smile, he walks towards them as they beckon him to come back inside.
He hopes that this life will have a kind ending. His soul is tired.
-
Author's Note
Luumaciq is a word in Sugs'stun which means the true and raw base of a person's nature and soul. (Pronounced 'Loo-mah-chick')
YOU ARE READING
Luumaciq
FanfictionIt's strange to think that just twenty years prior was the turn of the millennium. It's even stranger to think of what has changed since then. Looking up to the clear sky, Dabi finds himself gazing up into the very stars that he had loved to behold...
