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Slaine Troyard

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May 4 2017, 09:53 PM


I'm going to be a bit spotty during the day this weekend because I'm going to New York to see Hamilton (I've been waiting for this since this time last year)! I still plan on being on at night and hopefully get some replies done, but like I said, I won't be around fully until later.

That being said May weekends are a bit crazy for me. The 20th is my prom, so I won't be around much that day or the day after because I'll be sleeping. xD Other than that, May 26th is my graduation practice and 27th is my graduation and that lasts hours so I won't be around until later that day either.

I think that's all I need to mention that's going on in May... There is another big thing in June that I'll have to mention later, but let's just stick with May right now.
Apr 22 2017, 02:08 PM
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It was night and he couldn't sleep. And if he had been tired, he wouldn't have wanted to. He knew what monsters and skeletons awaited him in his dreams and a night without them would do his throat some good. So many nights they drew him from slumber with a scream, he was tired of it, tired of the pointless tears that would stream and the hopeless way in which he would reach out to clutch something, the sheets, the pillow, his own clothes, but never someone else. But it was for good. He didn't deserve the presence of another person to calm the tears and stroke strands of white from his sweaty forehead. Sometimes he saw his Princess, saw and heard the thud of her body hitting the chamber, a brush of Inaho's promise to her against his ears, the echo of the memory bringing the tears. Other times it was watching through a window as his men fell in bright flashes and the distant thunder of explosions. And sometimes? Sometimes they are nice, sometimes he heard her forgiveness but he would always awake and remind himself, he does not deserve it. Though he wished for it, he wished for it harder than he's ever wished for anything. <p>

He thought the walk would do him good, to be under those different stars and the moons, though only one shown that night. The deep purple one, casting an eerie light down upon the streets of Dathus. The spring air swept a light breeze through his hair, upsetting the way it hung across his brow. It was longer than he normally kept it, and just the faint rustle caused it to slightly obscure his eye sight and he reached up, brushing it to the side. When his hand fell, it didn't fall all the way to his side but instead caught on the chain around his neck. He slid his fingers down it until he had pulled it up from his shirt and he could cup the medallion in his hands. He traced his thumb across the four circles and then the outer rim of it. A low, weak smile, graced his lips and he closed his eyes, holding it for just a moment before letting it thumb back against his chest, rhythmically matching the beating of his heart as he walked. <p>

It wasn't until that Slaine had turned down another street in his aimless travel that he heard the footsteps behind him and he paused to glance over his shoulder. He barely even caught a glimpse of the guy before his first swung and caught the white haired boy in the cheek bone. The impact jarred him sideways with a surprised uff. Instead of hitting the ground, it took him right into the waiting arms of another who grabbed a hold of him and punched him in the stomach and that time he went down, a few tears collecting in the rims of his eyes without his permission. The world had a nice spin to it now, a bruise already forming across his face and there was blood in his mouth, he must have bitten his tongue. He spat it out, watching the way it splattered as he was heaved to his feet. <p>

"Just get the necklace off him. Looks valuable," said the one to his right and Slaine's eyes widened and he heard the one to his left laugh. <p>

"No," he , desperation apparent in his voice, side stepping to attempt to grab the chain, the first guy gripping his shoulders. "Take anything but that." He'd had it for years, and the time that he didn't have it, it had been with Princess Asseylum. He was not losing it to a couple of thugs in Dathus. The only person he would imagine giving it to again was the princess herself, and until that day (if it ever came) it would remain against his heart, thumping when he moved and warming him in the darkest of nights. The guy behind him kicked the back of his legs out and he went down again, landing heavily on his hands and knees, though one hand shifted up to grip the locket. Once upon a time, people on Earth had used them to ward off evil spirits. These were no evil spirits, but had long since stopped believing in fairy tales like that. A kick lurched his body upwards and the breath gasped out of him as he rolled in on himself, trying to get his breath back as the second guy reached grubby fingers towards him to take the locket.

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Apr 21 2017, 04:59 PM
Contains mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts


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The stars were brightest in the park, he liked to come and watch them, far off above them in the endless blackness that was space. It was strange to see them as such, grounded on the planet's surface instead of in the Castles or the Moon Base. Though they were still there, and that alone gave him a weak sort of comfort. He had been able to see them from his cell, and he had watched them through the window above him. He wondered if they were the same stars Princess Asseylum looked upon, though how could they be? This was somewhere different, and Terran had only one moon, broken at best, but still only one moon. There were two here, one of Terran's own colors and then a deep purple one. And they stared down at him, twin eyes staring into the fraying tatters of his soul. <p>

They were not here now, nor were the stars. It was not yet night, but Slaine had arrived early to watch the sun set. He walked slowly, wearing new Terran clothing. A dark jacket atop a white collared shirt and navy jeans to match. At least it was no longer the blue prison jumpsuit he had been wearing. His hands are stuck in his pockets, his walk slow and leisurely, though his mind is a war. Though it is almost never at peace. At the word, a soft huff of breath flared his nostrils. What is peace, can there ever even be peace? The bitterness swirled in his gut and despite the peace that Avalon seemed to offer, there was none for former count Slaine Troyard. Not when his heart beat with guilt and his face was drawn in melancholy shades. <p>

He was trying to find it within himself to forgive for what he'd done. For the lies he had told, for the lives he had taken; for everything. But there was nothing there, nothing there that wished him to forgive himself. It hung on with iron talons and wouldn't let go. There were so many nights that he woke to his own screams, to tears streaming down his face. So many times that he would curl in on himself and hold onto the flimsy material of the blue jumpsuit that he still wore to remind himself that he was a prisoner, a causality of war, dead to the rest of the world but alive to only the wardens at the prison and Inaho Kaizuka. And of course the citizens of Avalon who knew him not. Would they smile at him on the street if they knew what he had done? How he had started out a boy with hopes and dreams just like everyone else, but how grief and anger and circumstance turned him into the very thing he never wished to be? <p>

There were times it seemed pointless to be here. There was no one to watch him, there was no Inaho to come biweekly and attempt conversation over chess. He didn't know anybody, and therefore, he told himself, that no one would feel anything if he were to vanish from Avalon. It could all be over, just as he had wanted it to at the end of the war. Inaho could have done it. It could have been over so much longer ago and Slaine squeezed his eyes shut, fists clenching at his sides. Princess Asseylum asked me to save you. The memory stirs and the tears rose up in his throat. "Why?" he whispered out, tilting his head back to stop the emotion and blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. He was a coward, he couldn't do it himself. There had been no reason for all those wardens' eyes to be on him all the time. Besides, it dug his hole further and further every time he woke screaming and knowing that he would have to turn and look into the startled eyes of the man stationed outside his cell that night. Though this was no better, fighting back tears in a public park hours before sunset. <p>

He heard the movement behind him and pulled in a thick breath, trying to bring himself back together as he tilted his head over his shoulder.

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The sound of birds brought him out of his dream-scape, the gentle rays of sun being the second thing his brain focused on as his eyelids peeled open. A low, sleepy smile appeared at the corners of his lips, his brain sluggish from rest, so sluggish that for the moment it let him enjoy. The golden light slide through the leaves on the trees overhead that were swaying in a faint spring breeze that slide fingers through his white hair, letting it flutter for a moment before it laid still against his brow once more. The air was sweet, the pale scent of blossoms on it and it tinkled his nostrils and the smile widened just a fraction, the area about his eyes crinkling as he did. His eyes closed lightly, breathing in. This was just a dream. When he woke he would be back in the cell. He might as well enjoy the respite. <p>

Wait. <p>

His eyes opened again, faster. He was more alert now, scrambling into sitting position and casting a quick glance around. He wasn't in his cell. This wasn't even... Where was he? His lips parted, head swiveling around to take in the sights, trying to place where it was that he had woken, which made little to no sense considering he had gone to sleep in the Terran prison cell. What had he been dreaming about before he woke? Not that, that had any correlation to however it was that he had ended up here, but he couldn't remember. The Terran boy usually remembered his dreams, due to how many woke him and how many made him cry and how many made him scream his voice raw. There should have been at least an echo of the dream, but there was nothing. He could have sworn there was something between this, in the dull moments before consciousness caught up to him. <p>

There had to be more than the sounds of the park, the soft chatter of people and the overhead songs of birds. Though, that really wasn't top priority. It was figuring out where he was and how he had gotten there. Did it have something to do with Inaho Kaizuka? What had the other done? For the moment, he thought on that train, eyes narrowing lightly. Inaho would not set him free, Inaho would not kill him, so this was no afterlife. This was... It wasn't a dream, he knew what dreams felt like, and this was no dream. He was surprised he had ever thought it one to begin with. So that left only one other option. This was reality, no matter how little sense it made to the former heir apparent. <p>

But he was a 'former' lot of things and with that alone, he was back in the darkness and the bitterness was clinging to him like a web. Shrugging it off as best he could, he clambered to his feet, the blue material of his prison jumpsuit swishing only slightly with his movements. He brushed it off, straightening it in habit. Uniforms were meant to be immaculate, and his always had been on Vers. There was no reason to break what had been ingrained in his mind even in this strange new world. This, pretty, brilliant world. Somehow the thought brought the beginnings of a light in his eyes and a childish wish to share it with his princess materialized in the back of his mind. <p>

No, he reminded himself, the mood shattering. Though that childish wish remained, tucked in the back of his mind. Perhaps some day, it whispered to the boy as he took his first steps, searching out a friendly face to question after regarding his newest haunt. <p>

Maybe, it toyed with lost optimism, this is a second chance.

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