Deep Seas Of Melancholy
Mon Jul 25, 2016 9:58 am
EMBRACE THE MELANCHOLY
Artist: N/A - Song: WINTΣR CHΣЯЯY - Word Count: 680
Dark, dark, dark days were ahead.
Fear, loathing, sorrow and all things grim. These words and so many more were what most of the world was drenched in and it was of no surprise that the peak of Mount Anael reflected this. While the skies were normally drenched in an endless shade of plum and violet, there was nothing but blackened and bleak clouds of storm along the horizon of this mountain side. Thunder and lightning rumbled in the distance, but not a drop of rain would fall just yet. The air was thick, hot and humid; filled with a quiet tension which trembled down into the hearts of this cliff side's inhabitants.
Yet, to the holder of this land, nothing but absolute melancholy filled her every waking being. It was the sort of feeling which was so hard to pin-point, but the whole of her essence felt it as if there was a tear into an endless void where her heart should be. The days were passing in grey blurs and it was getting harder to locate just where everything should be. This sensation of dread, anxiety and impending doom just would not leave her and it filled every waking moment of the woman's being.
Was she strong enough to secure the unity of love between herself and her partner? Could she hope to create a long-lasting sense of happiness in a world where it can be taken away as easily as a snap of the finger? Was it even worth trying to claw and fight her way for the happiness she felt she deserved? Perhaps it was better to go it along and stay in isolation and solitude with her loneliness. Many questions and thoughts along those sentimental lines played over and over in the mind of Saiko and it served to only make her further drained as her body seemed devoid of any and all energy.
Fortunately enough, she was grateful for the opportunity to rest and decay into a state of apathy. Being an Archduchess of Shadow Fall was quite the tiring task on it's own, but they seemed to allow her leeway following a successful enough take down of one their moon bases. So, she could rest on the fruits of her labor and just rot away under the obsidian skies.
Which is why the pale-skinned Saiko was found laying sprawled out on her back after she had her fill of looking into the distance. If one were to view now, it would appear as if she were laying in a pool of her own hair with how much of it was scattered across the cement of her rooftop. So, it was apparent enough she was in her own zone as she wore nothing more than a slate shaded bra and mini shorts with nothing more than a white belt attached to them.
A lax depression had it's charms, though. One could find comfort in the familiar feels of lethargy, glum and all things melancholy. For her, it was almost as a security blanket of sorts as she understood it was something which could never leave her side. No matter how bad the world around The Archduchess became, this crux of her soul would never leave her side and why she loved herself nearly as much as she loved Ash.
Even if it hurt and filled her spirit with woe, this pensive nature within herself was so natural that it felt almost terrifying to imagine a world without it. As so much could go wrong to remove it that it felt almost easier to succumb and give into her unbridled sense of despondency and grief. So, because of these dejecting thoughts and feelings, The Mistress Of Melancholy would let the warm breeze of this dismal wash over her, douse her in the vapors of desolation and await in her stupor of solitude until there was nothing left to wait for.
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