June 21, 2012 - 6:53pm — Bylah
...but you're the same.
Once, in a long line of legacies, Bylah had watched white things float about, little bits of snow.
He'd always liked the white - because it was so much of what he wasn't, something simple, sure, pure and clean.
Bylah had never thought himself unkind - he never thought of emotions like whittled worries, something stirring in his head, but...
Nine had been white. Nine had been the first innocent thing Bylah had found worth his while.
And now, now, he watched the white wither, fade - it reminded him of parchment paper, of the way the old man's eyes go rhummy.
And one day, a once white thing waltzed by, and
"'I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.'"
The deer paused, pondered, and turned his head to consider the horrific filth of the Beast.
Was that how the world saw him? As absent, gone? He cast the summer-sky of his eyes down, frowned, wondered what the world was coming to.
"I was absent," he agreed, well enough. "I was, perhaps, but the passing clouds.
"But now I am here - for here is where I need to be. What if I left my lovers? I'd rather be here, on the ground, than up high in the sky, leaving behind those that need me."
I love this, the way you
Thank you for doing my request, I'm sure Munkel will love this too. ♥
Goooooood, this story in
Oh my what a surprise. It
I told her that sometimes I've actually wondered how you would write about him, and here it is ;; wow. Because I love your writing really much and you've always been one of my favourite writers on TEF.
You've described Cry, his mentality and his change perfectly. And I love how Bylah himself often interacts with the other characters in your writings, how he observes.
It's perfect, I'm really touched ;;
Thank you so, so much for writing about him and Declan for requesting it ♥
You're very, very welcome,
If you'd like, this is the song I was listening to, when I wrote it: http://youtu.be/_io3AJ2qlkA
Mh but you described him
And this is a lovely song ;u;