Post by Brisk on Jun 10, 2016 2:44:17 GMT
Unable to further stifle his tears, the two droplets that came free quickly dribbled down brisk's cheeks. He looked up fearfully at Zexama's reddened pupils and clenched his fists, his whole face scrunching up as he tried not to cry.
The boy's body periodically jolted with silent sobs as his closest friend and possible mother exchanged venomous words. Tensions exploded out and the boy shut his eyes tightly as Zexama's shouts echoed off of the lonesome tile walls of the Valliance's innermost chamber.
Dealing with death. Brisk had never had to deal with death. He always left too soon, by the time his friends on earth died in battle he was already long gone, on new adventures, without a care in the world. By the time arcose fell to the the cruel saiyaness, Brisk had been long gone. He had forgotten his people. And now he was on his knees crying in the graveyard.
It was then that the Empress spoke up, always the voice of reason. With Brisk's eyes closed shut, in a state of mental weakness, her voice was angelic, her monotone advice was the gospel of the cosmos.
Coming back to reality, reassociating with his shaking frail body, the child came to his senses.
The child flinched at Zexama's cold words as she left, and he longed to be back in the swamp on earth where he had first met her. But more than anything, he longed for someone to comfort him.
It wasn't right to carry on living like nothing had happened here on arcose. Wyntre was right. Although he had only just met her, the child could tell that the empress was truly impassioned to be speaking out of turn like this. The emotion in the room was palpable, and Brisk was drowning in it.
The next thing the boy heard was footsteps, precisely four and a half footsteps. And then, with his eyes still squeezed shut, he felt a gentle hand pat his crystal dome, soothing his tears.
He had never longed for the affection of another sentient creature so badly. The boy's tears immediately came to a stop, and all of the built up tension in his shoulders released as he was comforted by the Empress' hug. He finally opened his eyes, his vision an oil painting from the residual tears.
The shaking immediately stopped. The two seconds that the Empress hugged him for felt like cathartic eternity.
When the elder arcosian pulled away Brisk was left with a faint smile on his lips and eyes still filled to the brim with tears. He was still. Perfectly still; his heartbeat had declined to a steady pulse.
The child didn't even process what the Empress had said to him until a moment later, when she had just reached the door. She was going to teach him. She was going to make him strong. She was going to help him. This was where he was meant to be.
As Wyntre took her final strides out of the room, Brisk cracked into a full gentle smile as his tears returned, this time of joy.
His voice was a delicate whisper.
"Thank you."
The boy's body periodically jolted with silent sobs as his closest friend and possible mother exchanged venomous words. Tensions exploded out and the boy shut his eyes tightly as Zexama's shouts echoed off of the lonesome tile walls of the Valliance's innermost chamber.
Dealing with death. Brisk had never had to deal with death. He always left too soon, by the time his friends on earth died in battle he was already long gone, on new adventures, without a care in the world. By the time arcose fell to the the cruel saiyaness, Brisk had been long gone. He had forgotten his people. And now he was on his knees crying in the graveyard.
It was then that the Empress spoke up, always the voice of reason. With Brisk's eyes closed shut, in a state of mental weakness, her voice was angelic, her monotone advice was the gospel of the cosmos.
Coming back to reality, reassociating with his shaking frail body, the child came to his senses.
The child flinched at Zexama's cold words as she left, and he longed to be back in the swamp on earth where he had first met her. But more than anything, he longed for someone to comfort him.
It wasn't right to carry on living like nothing had happened here on arcose. Wyntre was right. Although he had only just met her, the child could tell that the empress was truly impassioned to be speaking out of turn like this. The emotion in the room was palpable, and Brisk was drowning in it.
The next thing the boy heard was footsteps, precisely four and a half footsteps. And then, with his eyes still squeezed shut, he felt a gentle hand pat his crystal dome, soothing his tears.
He had never longed for the affection of another sentient creature so badly. The boy's tears immediately came to a stop, and all of the built up tension in his shoulders released as he was comforted by the Empress' hug. He finally opened his eyes, his vision an oil painting from the residual tears.
The shaking immediately stopped. The two seconds that the Empress hugged him for felt like cathartic eternity.
When the elder arcosian pulled away Brisk was left with a faint smile on his lips and eyes still filled to the brim with tears. He was still. Perfectly still; his heartbeat had declined to a steady pulse.
The child didn't even process what the Empress had said to him until a moment later, when she had just reached the door. She was going to teach him. She was going to make him strong. She was going to help him. This was where he was meant to be.
As Wyntre took her final strides out of the room, Brisk cracked into a full gentle smile as his tears returned, this time of joy.
His voice was a delicate whisper.
"Thank you."