The Fallen Snowflakes {Return Of Prillon}
Nov 7, 2015 19:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Nov 7, 2015 19:47:04 GMT -5
Prism Nixton
Smoke Of The Past
Smoke Of The Past
Light shone brightly over the golden crested clouds of this land Prism had began to call his home. In a metamorphosis of pain all of his despair in life was gone just like the blood from his body. However, Prism felt no anger or hate towards Lexi for casting him free of his shackles but instead he only felt thankful. Yet no matter how great the life following life was it was terribly. Ever since arriving here he had spent searching for his red haired angel. Although his feelings for Wyatt had been pure at a time all his heart called for was Dillon's sweet embrace. In truth, Prism doubted he would ever be at ease without her resting gently by his side once again.
Memories of their smoke spiraling ride soared through Prism's mind as he continued his march across the heavenly lands. Prism had to admit this life was much more different than he had initially expected. Instead of seeing a plethora of forsaken tributes he had seen little than none. In fact, Prism had only met a total of six in the last two years. All of which consisted of his past alliances members and two tributes from the games prior to his own. Other than that all Prism found were people with unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar voices.
In some ways Prism believed that all the isolation from the past was a way to force people such as him to move on with their new destinies. Yet Prism was not about to accept that kind of bullshit. In life he had been a beacon of rebellion and defiance to any and all who stood in his path, so in death he planned to carry out this mission. Prism knew that there wasn't a single entity existing that could stop him from his task. With Dillon as his objective Prism would be willing to slaughter again just for the single chance to embrace her once again. Heck, Ripred could have sent him straight to hell and he would still continue to struggle through all of his tortures just for the dream of having her again.
A cold breeze wafted through Prism's bright blonde hair as his electric eyes stayed focused open an upcoming cliff of clouds. According to the rumors that shifted through the stars a girl matching Prism's description of Dillon had been sitting there for several days. Whether these rumors were true or not Prism didn't care. One way or another he would check any lead to his red haired lady. For far too long he had been shivering in the cold of the arena without a hand to hold. Without her hands to be intertwined with his.
However as Prism reached the cliff's climax he felt his breath escape his body in a land slide. Only just several feet ahead of him she sat with her head towards the vast expanse of their heavenly world. Prism could hear his heart thundering with excitement. The weight of the burdens that had followed him into his death finally seemed to disperse as the chill of night began fade. No longer did Prism have to search for as he crawled up quietly behind her he let his fingers pull her chin to face his own. And in the never ending gleam of twilight he watched the solar flares illuminate her brilliance just as it had done in their shared past.
Tears were beginning to rain down Prism's cheek as his finger ran down the side of her cheek and a sob filled laugh escaped his mouth. Then before her words dare pierce the silence he drove his lips against her and let his arms pull her tightly against him. Only after several moments passed did Prism pull his lips apart from her own as his forehead rested gently against her own.
"I'm sorry I took so long to find you, you have no idea just how far I have stumbled just to find you. And now that I have you back in my arms I promise I will never let you go, ever." Prism whispered softly to her as their hearts finally found their together pacing once again.
