Homecoming [Forgotten Capital] (Cineris, Creon) Jun 4, 2012 9:51:36 GMT -5
Post by Kupo on Jun 4, 2012 9:51:36 GMT -5
Cael had been alone for a while now. Was it a year or just a few days? He didn’t know and it didn’t really matter. Hiding in the depths of the Northern Crater amid his shadows and the ice had seemed like a good idea but now he couldn’t say why. This was where she’d first arrived, this was the wound she had inflicted and this had also been her prison. He’d spent his time locked in thought about Jenova and all the evil she had wrought as well as the folly of the humans that had taken her from here. Regrets filled his heart and made it ache.
Would anything have been different if he’d been here when the calamity fell from the sky? Could he have prevented the destruction of the Cetra? Who could know now after all this time? These thoughts were bruising his soul, and when they became too much he felt like he was on a knife edge, balancing on the pinnacle of sanity with madness and despair on either side waiting to embrace him should he fall. It was in those darkest moments that he buried his thoughts and reached out to Cineris and Creon. He would mockingly ask if they had fixed their mistake yet but feel warmer for any contact.
He worked hard to hide his darkness from them but now that it was time to reunite with them he wondered it would be so easy in person. He rose from his gloomy alcove and allowed his shadows to recede. He made the journey at a smooth pace, avoiding civilisations and people as much as possible, secluding himself from contact with the denizens of the merged world. It was strange that ultimately he feared loneliness more than anything else and yet he’d go to such lengths to be alone. His mind no longer functioned as logically as it once did, it seemed, as he also had a habit of pushing away the two he wanted to be close to.
His return to the Forgotten Capital was difficult. This place was unchanging, as eternal as the Cetra who now gathered here. The only thing that had changed was the atmosphere. Once it was alive with activity and had played host to great festivals among the Ancients, then it had lifted his spirits and he had felt complete. Now it made him feel bitter as it was little more than the empty husk of something great. He wondered why she had made her home here after everything though, in thinking, it was no stranger than where he had spent his time of late.
~I’m here,~ he announced to her with his mind as he approached the lake. He paused to look in the water seeing only his own silver eyes gazing back at him. His hair was untidy and a little overgrown but he didn’t think he’d changed much. Maybe it hadn’t been that long after all. He really couldn’t tell. In his time in the Crater he had only been aware of periods of contemplation and the building urges to be with his ‘siblings,’ aside from that there was little else to mark the passage of time. He lingered there, staring into the water, as he waited for her. He took that time alone to ensure all his despair and all his love for Cineris and Creon was buried deep, deep in his mind, well out of their reach. They mustn’t know his weakness.