Title: 020 - Cry
Author: schyra
Rating: ?
Pairings/Characters: Lucia
Warnings: -
Summary: He can't remember.
Author's Note: -
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020 - Cry
He can't remember.
"Memories are the most important part of a person, Lucia!" Haru had screamed at him.
Later that night, nursing the sore wounds of defeat, Lucia lies in bed and listens to those words, echoing inside his head. Memories.. most important..
"Go to sleep, dear," Sinclair's voice, full yet feminine, surging gently through the silence. Like a dark leviathan surfacing from the depths.
"Yes, mother," he replies automatically. But those words, those darn words, still keep circling endlessly in his brain. Yes, mother. Like a good child.
Memories are.. what's most important.
He can remember Haru Glory. The way his voice split the air like a whip, the tentative grip on his sword. The rage. His eyes.
He can remember Aetherion's girl, her large brown eyes, her full lips. The way she bit it whenever she glanced in his direction. He remembers the feel of her skin between his fingertips.
He can remember the day he first found a piece of the Mother Dark Bring. The surge of power in his hands, the dark swirls of grey within that purple core. He remembers that first taste of hatred, settling like a cloak over his skin.
He remembers when he first began to thirst for revenge, the acid sweet and sickening, burning down his throat levelling out just beneath his lungs. The throbbing energy on the back of his hands and in his fingertips.
He can recall the feel of it.
…..
Yet, he can't quite remember the warm touch of his mother, his real mother, or how her body curves, or the sound of her voice, and how her hair felt (was it smooth or fine?) tickling his cheek,
"…...….."
and the raw thought of it makes him want to cry.
END.