Post by Elijah Kingsley on Jul 27, 2017 4:31:35 GMT
Nothin' else seems to hurt
like the smile on your face
like the smile on your face
He should be happy.
He knew that. And in all due respect, he was. In his bedroom slept his daughter. The little girl didn't want to leave his side ever since they had been reunited and Elijah was one hundred percent okay with that. He felt the exact same way. They'd been apart for years. It was only right they spent every possible moment they could together. But as his daughter had eventually fallen asleep in his arms, he found himself unable to do the same.
As absolutely overwhelmed with joy as he was to have his little girl, his princess, back in his embrace there was ... something. Something that wouldn't stay quiet. Something that prodded him in the back of his mind. It was hard to put into words. With his heart unable to lower back down to a normal peaceful pace Elijah had carefully released his little girl from his arms and had gotten up from his bed. Gingerly placing a blanket over her shoulders the older man would kiss the child's forehead before quietly exiting the room to pace. Pace, pace, pace. Walk, walk, walk. Minutes turned into hours. What was this that wouldn't shut the fuck up?
Running a hand through his dreads those blind eyes would stare ahead into nothingness. Was this hatred? Was this it? Even with all of the emotions that had swirled around these past few days, this probing hadn't once ceased. It hadn't quieted, not once. Even in his happiest purest moments of holding his little girl close to his chest, feeling her heart beat, it had still been there. And it hadn't even dulled once. Not once. If anything it had grown louder leading up to this moment. Unable to even sleep because of the silent deafening he was experiencing within his mind. Gods, his chest. It felt like it was being squeezed.
With breath that was now the equivalent to a marathon runner's, Elijah would uncharacteristically trip over the leg of his couch. He knew where the furniture in this room was. How had he managed that? Though the man succeeded in catching himself he chose to allow himself to sink onto his knees. What was this? Why was it so strong? "... Dammit." Elijah would manage through grit teeth as he gripped each side of his head as if the growing sensation could be silenced through merely covering his ears.
They cut her tongue out.
"Dammit."
She was crying out for me and her mother.
"D-- ..."
And they cut her tongue out.
The first of many tears would begin to stream down his shaven cheeks.
He knew that. And in all due respect, he was. In his bedroom slept his daughter. The little girl didn't want to leave his side ever since they had been reunited and Elijah was one hundred percent okay with that. He felt the exact same way. They'd been apart for years. It was only right they spent every possible moment they could together. But as his daughter had eventually fallen asleep in his arms, he found himself unable to do the same.
As absolutely overwhelmed with joy as he was to have his little girl, his princess, back in his embrace there was ... something. Something that wouldn't stay quiet. Something that prodded him in the back of his mind. It was hard to put into words. With his heart unable to lower back down to a normal peaceful pace Elijah had carefully released his little girl from his arms and had gotten up from his bed. Gingerly placing a blanket over her shoulders the older man would kiss the child's forehead before quietly exiting the room to pace. Pace, pace, pace. Walk, walk, walk. Minutes turned into hours. What was this that wouldn't shut the fuck up?
Running a hand through his dreads those blind eyes would stare ahead into nothingness. Was this hatred? Was this it? Even with all of the emotions that had swirled around these past few days, this probing hadn't once ceased. It hadn't quieted, not once. Even in his happiest purest moments of holding his little girl close to his chest, feeling her heart beat, it had still been there. And it hadn't even dulled once. Not once. If anything it had grown louder leading up to this moment. Unable to even sleep because of the silent deafening he was experiencing within his mind. Gods, his chest. It felt like it was being squeezed.
With breath that was now the equivalent to a marathon runner's, Elijah would uncharacteristically trip over the leg of his couch. He knew where the furniture in this room was. How had he managed that? Though the man succeeded in catching himself he chose to allow himself to sink onto his knees. What was this? Why was it so strong? "... Dammit." Elijah would manage through grit teeth as he gripped each side of his head as if the growing sensation could be silenced through merely covering his ears.
They cut her tongue out.
"Dammit."
She was crying out for me and her mother.
"D-- ..."
And they cut her tongue out.
The first of many tears would begin to stream down his shaven cheeks.
when it's only in my memory
Minnie of GS
