storm clouds rolling in [kiah]

The sky was angry.

Clouds rolled like bulls raging, the boys eyes watching as they argued with the sun. They win, smothering the sun until the land is blanketed by their rage. Her watches as the ocean tugs at the earth, its churning waters usually a deep green as black as the ink he uses to draw. He watches as it crashes to the shore, climbing the sand trying to steal him from the earth clutches, his feet only centimetres away from its clutching hands. He knew that as soon as he set foot in the ocean he would be gone, he would be prey to the greater power. So he stays away, teasing it.

It always fascinating him how quickly the day could change. Just this morning the sun had been shining brightly, its rays of warmth bringing happiness as it gentle caressed the citizens of Four. And then, in the blink of an eye the clouds had come rolling in, cutting off that happiness replacing it something more sinister. But her didn't hate this feeling, in fact he quite liked it. He liked the way the ocean could effect his mood, making him want to shout in rage, the waves shouting back until this voice was raw. The ocean would win and it would rumble it approval, continuing its endless rage.

But today he does not shout, instead he just watches, his mind memorizing the way the ocean moved, all the colours, all the texture, imprint them into his memory. This moment would not be lost because as soon as he returned home he would re-create it, his own fingers a god as he created this new world.

Then there is a new subject to his world. She wanders along the beach, her feet leaving small imprints in the sand. Her golden hair does not shine in this light, nor does her pale skin but their is something else about her that draws the boys attention... maybe it was the way that she walked, or the way her eyes seemed to dance with something dark, something more sinister that the world around them. He didnt know what it was all he knew that he found himself drawn to her, his mind racing as he imagined her face on paper- but instead of wearing this mask to hide her emotions, her face would be free, the pain that she tried to hide would be the main focus.

He stands in front of her now, his eyes still searching her face, her deep blue eyes, the small freckles that dotted her cheeks, climbing the bridge of her nose like vines. He doesnt bother with formality as he begins to speck, his eyes matching the curiosity which weaved itself between his words, "why do you hurt?"

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{ credit to: zoë }

He wanted to paint her picture. He wanted to watch the colours weave together, mingling until they formed an image that may not be identical to this girl, but an image that was raw. An image that reflected who she was. But he couldn't. Whenever he imagined what the image might look like it came to be blurry. He couldn't image the features of her face, the curve of her nose the flecks of light in her deep blue eyes. He could see none of it because she hid it from him, wearing a mental mask, blocking him and all those around her out. 

The question slips past his chapped lips igniting the rage deep within the girls blue eyes. Turning them into a burning furnace of blue flames. Slowly her image became clearer, slowly he was breaking through without her even noticing. He almost smiles, his lips fighting to hook up slightly, but he holds them down, his hands finding home of his hips as the clouds rumble around us, mimicking this girls rage. Turning his eyes up to the sky for a moment he watches as the clouds move furiously across the sky. The sun was gone now, the clouds defeating it without much difficulty. But they don't dance with victory, they continue their war, challenging the citizens of the earth. 

"I don't hurt," her voice fights with the storm, but just like the sun it is defeated. His eyes find their way to hers again, the question of why she didn't fight harder on the tip of his tongue only to be bitten off as the snake strikes again. "And who the hell are you anyway? I don't know you." The words are laced with venom, biting at his skin painfully. He had not meant to offend the girl, he had just wanted to know why she hurt, he just wanted her to remove the mask that hid a master piece. 

But who was he? He was just a stranger on the beach, observing the battle fought above. He was just a shadow in the war, a fallen warrior. He watches as she stands to her full height, her delicate fingers dusting off bits of sand that clung to her clothing.  "And you don't know me."

That was true. He did not know her, but he wanted to. He wanted to know her, he wanted to understand her. "Thats true." Maybe her cold voice, or toxic words should have thrown him off. Maybe her should have averted his eyes, looking for a new subject, a new image to paint, to create, to bring to life. But he couldn't leave. He found himself having to know, having to know why their was pain deep within the furnace of her eyes. "And maybe it isn't any of my business." His head tilts to the side, "And maybe I am no one, but you still hurt. I can see it. The pain... It looks familiar almost." 

And thats when her features slowly became clearer. 

Because he knew that pain.

He sees that pain everyday in the features of his siblings. 

"I'm sorry." 

{ credit to: zoë }