The two boys sleep.
Amongst a world of cruelty and pain, and in a house of darkness and agony, they slumber. Side by side, they speak unworded promises to each other.
One promises to protect, to guide and reassure.
The other swears to heal.
The Dark Ones' hair blends into the Fair Ones' as he snuggles closer.
The Fair One lies on his backside, almost turned away from the Dark One. The Dark one lies on his side, facing the Fair One, frowning slightly.
The Fair One lies when he promises, but only because he does not know that the Dark One speaks the truth.
Nor will he know till morn dawns over the world. He will not know untill he sees what has been put inside of his jewel. Feelings he has never known. Ecstacy, nostalgia, happiness, true laughter...
Love.
All of this has been placed there, for him. No one else will ever know, except the Dark One and he.
Dark and Light. Ambivalence. Destruction and Construction. Depression and Perfection. Death and Life.
Truth and Lies.
Will we ever really know the difference? Maybe, just maybe, it will all start with them.
The Dark One unconiously clasps arms with the Fair One.
Amongst a world of cruelty and pain, and in a house of darkness and agony, they slumber.
The two boys sleep.
.
Amongst a world of cruelty and pain, and in a house of darkness and agony, they slumber. Side by side, they speak unworded promises to each other.
One promises to protect, to guide and reassure.
The other swears to heal.
The Dark Ones' hair blends into the Fair Ones' as he snuggles closer.
The Fair One lies on his backside, almost turned away from the Dark One. The Dark one lies on his side, facing the Fair One, frowning slightly.
The Fair One lies when he promises, but only because he does not know that the Dark One speaks the truth.
Nor will he know till morn dawns over the world. He will not know untill he sees what has been put inside of his jewel. Feelings he has never known. Ecstacy, nostalgia, happiness, true laughter...
Love.
All of this has been placed there, for him. No one else will ever know, except the Dark One and he.
Dark and Light. Ambivalence. Destruction and Construction. Depression and Perfection. Death and Life.
Truth and Lies.
Will we ever really know the difference? Maybe, just maybe, it will all start with them.
The Dark One unconiously clasps arms with the Fair One.
Amongst a world of cruelty and pain, and in a house of darkness and agony, they slumber.
The two boys sleep.
.