GLAUCOUS
(adj.) frosted; pale bluish-grey, like morning fog.
"the glaucous shade of the sky made
him wonder if freedom tasted better when you were enslaved."

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The sky was clear.

He knew that, it was blue, it seemed clearer then any sky he and seen in his life, but it wasn't saying much when the only sky you knew of belonged to an arena. It was clear yet he couldn't ignore the dark clouds that were slowly brewing.

It was early morning, the sun was up, but it was still early, fog surrounded him.

A sign of rain, he knew, atleast the rain smelled nice.

He watched the birds overhead him, the waves silently crashing on the walls of the rocky cliffs.

He watched the birds, stared at them. Vigo liked birds, they were not his favorite animal, however birds brought him back to simpler times.. quieter ones.. times where he and his disinter did not have to bare their bloodied teeth and dig their ravenous claws into people. Birds, they were melodic, Peaceful even.

Vigo liked that, he liked the thought of it, peace. There would admittedly, always be a part of him that craves the spiral of chaos.

But for now, it was nice. It was quiet.

His eyes never left the birds.

He took a deep breath through his nose, out his nostrils, his tense body relaxing, he felt the grass below him. He was alive, and it was surreal; right now he was living, not surviving or fighting for his life.

He stared at the birds.

He felt nothing but envy, beautiful creatures. So untamed, free, they were not bound to anything. They were free to up and leave too whenever wanted. That was the beauty of birds, they were not tied down or restricted to land, they had the heavens too.

He wanted to fly too. He wanted to feel undeniably free, he didn't want to be tied down anymore.

Somehow Vigo found himself on the edge of a cliff.

It was incredibly bright, windy, it smelled like..

Like home.

It smelled peaceful, it smelled like clean, fresh air untainted by blood and metal, it smelled like ocean salt , it smelled like a warmth he could not describe. It felt like he was so incredibly close to the warmth of the sun.

He wanted to reach out to it, to take it into his jaws and snap down..

..but devouring a celestial body would not fill the emptiness he felt now.

He didn't know it, he wasn't aware. But now he stood onto the edge of the Rocky cliffs, the birds now singing above him. He looked at the sun, it shone down on him.

It was hot, very hot, the ocean would feel nice to jump in now.

It was hot, very hot, Vigo liked it; he liked the warmth too. He stared at the sun, it blinded him. He wanted to reach out, to touch it. It was undeniable, it was a hunger, he wanted it, he needed it.

He reached out to it, flaming, burning, glorious.

He was close, very close, he stood onto the edge, his feet barely remaining contact with the ground, he was on his toes now, he stretched, he yearned.

He felt so very close to the sun.

And the ground gave out from below him.

And he fell.

Down

Down

Down.

He did not cry, he did not scream

He smiled as he fell, looking at the sun above, it shone so kindly,

Something seemed to melt off of him, desire? Was that it?

He didn't know.

But for a moment, Vigo felt like it didn't matter, he felt no urge to take it into his jaws, he felt no urge to diminish the glowing light source.

He let out a deep exhale, his eyes slowly fluttering shut. His last thought was simple, curious,

'Was this how Icarus felt when he fell?
Did he laugh as he did?'

And suddenly, there was nothing.

To Vigo, he was gone. He felt cold, very cold, like he was in the moon- so far from the sun. He felt comfort; like he was back with his twin again. He could see her as he sunk; glistening skin, strands of white hair, her face didn't look afraid anymore, she didn't look terrified, she looked..

Dead, peaceful and dead.

She reached a glowing hand out to him, and he took it. And suddenly, it was like they were far from the earth, far from the binds of mortal chains. They were in a black void with thousands of twinkling stars. Her laughter pierced the soundless air like a bell, he smiled, he was happier then he had ever been, happier then he ever knew.

In the morning when the men haul his body ashore, it is raining, the sun has hidden, not wishing to look at the face of its inevitable doom, dead. They see him tangled in ribbon, he is holding a ragdoll close to his chest, he is smiling, he is dead, he is peaceful.

Tonight, two stars shine brightly in the sky, tonight, if you listen closely, there is laughter, the laughter of two twins who have suffered so incredibly much, now free, happy.

Vigo and Alfara.

They were young, but they were hurt, and finally they were free.

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- 864 words
IRA SPEAKS: man this has been in my drafts for.. not really a long time ngl but still pretty old, pretty short, dunno why I wrote this, I was tired yeah so it's not gonna make much sense, but ngl I love Vigo and Alfara, lots of character potential. These two belong in an rp called Camp Jade/d by pro's rp, pretty neat. Anyways I gotta catch up on sleep 😭