vassal wick.d6. fin

vassal wick.d6. fin Oct 5, 2017 21:53:40 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Oct 5, 2017 21:53:40 GMT -5

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vassal | 17 | D6
FC: Miles Frank

~~v a s s a l.~~

Bitter tar and sweet honey, these are the fluids of is lifeblood. His hair as dark as the feathers of a scolding raven. His brow bone covered in the thickest of hair, scattered messily above his honey crisp caramel eyes. His peachy lips framed by the ghostly pale skin that covered him. The faintest of unshakable stubble scattered along his chin and jaw. He was a shorter framed boy, his curly mop of hair giving him two inches more to claim as his own. If he were to lose that hair he stood at roughly five feet seven inches, but with it he could pull a solid five-foot-nine. His body was rather gangling and scrawny. A flat less then chiseled chest, a visible rack of ribs. His legs were thin and spider-like, and his hands long and riddled with veins. Many thought him to be sick, and in a way he was.

He dressed himself in clothes that would bulk him up. Layered shirts underneath sweaters underneath leather jackets. Sometimes two layers of jean and thick leather boots. He wanted to appear average sized, this way he could avoid the harassment of the non-addicts. He had to appear to the everyday person as just that, an everyday person. He could not afford to waste away in the darkest of alleys with this who enjoy the rush of a man made chemical. Too much was resting upon his shoulders as his parents watch his every turn, and await until they can do to him as they have done to his twin brother. They were like laying serpents awaiting the perfect moment to strike.

This act, this act of perfection, and of politeness. This act that riddled his very being, never truly exposing who he was, or what he was doing to himself. It had started on the night of his brothers awakening. The day he was sent off to never return to them. His only kin, his only love. Vassal's only brother Isaac had been the boy of iron armor and wooden shields. He had protected Vassal throughout his life from the wicked hell rain that was their parents. More specifically their mother. But eventually the weight of protecting Vassal's innocence had become too much of a burden. Isaac had needed an escape, to do so he brought alternative chemical methods into his life. Many of which made his mind soar and his body ache.

The thinnest of needles would puncture Isaac's forearm as he would then lay back and fly away from this world that tortured him so. Vassal would simply watch as his brother went on his escapes, watch and protect his body while his mind went away on a voyage. But eventually the temptation was too much for Vassal to bare. He began to voyage with his brother, their minds intertwined in sweet ecstasy. They would laugh , they would cry, but they were free. At least for a few hours from their responsibilities. Vassal and Isaac had a frigid set of parents. Both renowned doctors, those who saved lives and expected their children to do so as well. But when neither Vassal nor Isaac showed an interest in saving lives, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and there was no turning the lights back on.

Their parents began intense training, forcing the two brothers to watch as procedures commenced, forcing them to participate in some of the surgeries. By the age of fifteen they had both seen every part of the internal human first hand. But they had also become addictive voyagers. Their bodied beginning to deteriorate as the substances filled their veins, and granted them escape. By age sixteen they both had frail thinning bodies, their skin pale and their bones weak. It was their sixteenth year that Isaac had slipped up. He had forgotten to cover his sickly body from his parents and had taken an extra dose of freedom before approaching them. The two could see right through Isaac and their consequences were cruel.

Isaac's arm had become infected, too many needles had punctured the same vein and his lack of cleanliness had landed his arm useless. It had began turning purple and yellow muck seemed to riddle every puncture wound. That night the shrilling screams of Isaac could be heard through the white hospital halls. Vassal watched and cried as their parents severed his brothers arm from his frail body. Watched as he begged them to stop, to show mercy. But they hadn't even given him a sedative, and their faces grew dark as they watched him suffer.

Those screams were the last Vassal ever heard of his brother, for their parents had sent him to a facility that claimed they would cure his addiction. He was not allowed human interaction. Vassal had known that he would never see his brother again, rumors of that facility were horrid. Their means of "cure" involving things like shock therapy and mind altering medicines. Even if his brother had escaped from their care, he would not be the same person, no one who ever left there emerged the same as they had entered.

It has been nearly a year since his brothers departure, and still Vassal voyages alone. He hides his aching body and floating mind from those who created him. He hides what he has become and who he is, to avoid a fate as cruel as Isaac's. He runs from the truth, for he would not give up his only joy in life. He would not live in this world without the means to escape it at his own free will. A world so cruel does not deserve to be faced head on. But rather it deserves to be manipulated and changed to ones favor. And so the sickly boy continues to get sicker, but this time he does so alone.

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ TB & ADOXOGRAPHY