Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 5, 2017 2:41:09 GMT
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he is born with streaks of crimson flying banners in the sky, a red dawn for the scarlet of his hair. he is born to blood, born to the storm that rages in his soul, born to inherit a dark world he will forever love and despise. he is the oldest of three, he is the one that learns to hold knives before he can run, he is the one that becomes the shield to his parents' sword as they spiral into the void of crime and lawlessness with which he swears not to follow. he is a big brother - he has siblings to protect - he will not let them die for the sins of his parents.[break][break]
but he inherits fire in his veins, and he loves as bright as he hates.[break][break]
his world is the space between stars, the twilight grey of life and morals where he lives in the shadows striving for an anonymity that he equates to safety. but he is forged from that of fire which cannot be contained, held in check only by the force of his love for his siblings. he fights for his little sister, his little brother, protects them where his parents cannot, and he raises them when his parents come home with purple flowers blossoming on their skin and crimson marks trailing down their throat. [break][break]
he loves them all the same, bandages their wounds with the clumsy fingers of a child, but regards them with the serious, sad eyes of a child forced to grow old too soon. there is no choice for them, however; they must stay alive and in their grimy, seedy underworld, to survive is to risk everything over and over and over. [break][break]
he learns to run fast, learns to hide, learns to lie and cheat and steal because sometimes his parents aren't enough and he has to be more, but this is the life he knows and it is enough.[break][break]
it has to be.[break][break]
2am in the morning, his mother returns with incandescent rage in her eyes and unspeakable grief twisting her mouth. she is alone, and he knows what has happened before she even speaks.[break][break]
she doesn't say a word.[break][break]
a wad of cash on the table, splattered with crimson that will never come off, a dagger polish silver-bright and gleaming with lethality, hands that have never so much as trembled shaking like the earth has split open.[break][break]
she folds him in a hug - the best hug he's ever had in his life - and then she leaves.[break][break]
she never comes back.[break][break]
he is nine, ten (birthdays aren't important when all he's focusing on if to survive till the next day), and the streets are cold in winter. his clothes are tattered and worn thin, rags held together by mere stitches but carefully preserved because they can't afford anything new. their little ramshackle home and family of five from just a year ago seems an impossible dream now, a time so far removed from they who eke out a living in the streets that his siblings never even ask after their parents anymore.[break][break]
he learns to be fiercer, faster, learns to start to harness the fire that lies within his blood, learns to listen to the thrum within him that sings of honed instinct and hard-earned wariness. he does everything he can to shelter his little siblings from the cruelty of the world, but it is not enough.[break][break]
he is only one person, and he is still a child.[break][break]
his youngest brother dies of hypothermia and starvation two weeks into the heart of winter.[break][break]
fear breeds desperation so vivid it tastes like blood and bitter ashes on his tongue. he grows sharp, grows brittle, grows ruthless in a way he's never been able to force himself to be before; he sells his skills, his body, his morals - anything for the means to take his little sister off the streets. she is the only thing he has left and there is (almost) nothing he will not do for her.[break][break]
when adoniya guerra - a crime lord infamous within the dregs of society he resides within - offers to take them in, kasimir and his little sister both, if he bends his knee and swears to serve guerra without question, he stops. considers. demands for his little sister never to be endangered, demands for his little sister to be treated well and kept well away from his criminal empire.[break][break]
guerra laughs, and agrees. she is no use to him anyway, not with her chronic illness and her delicate immune system and lack of his fire. it is kasimir he wants.[break][break]
and it is kasimir he gets.[break][break]
he kneels. swears. sells his soul for his sister's sake.[break][break]
he hates himself for forever after, but cannot bring himself to regret.[break][break]
the first time he takes a human life, deliberately and purposefully and on orders, he is thirteen and the dagger feels too big in his too-small hands. he doesn't throw up, doesn't hesitate, but he returns to his room with hair unnaturally bright crimson and hands dripping red, and he curls in on himself and cries. [break][break]
it hurts as much as if he'd been stabbed in the heart himself, hurts just as much the second time, the third.[break][break]
it gets easier after the tenth, twentieth time. [break][break]
it shouldn't;[break][break]
but he is born with veins of fire and the desperate obedience of one who has their heart in an enemy's hands.[break][break]
(he hates himself a little more each time he returns alive.)[break][break]
it is his sister that keeps him there, keeps him serving guerra and killing and killing and dying by degrees. true to his word, guerra has kept her away from his criminal empire, kept her happy, all but adopting her as his daughter even as he forges kasimir into a crimson-edged weapon. she laughs and smiles freely like she hasn't been able to in years, and he hugs her with a ledger dripping red and thinks, 'this is for you'.[break][break]
when guerra commissions alchemy research into her chronic illness and manages to develop an experimental potion that will help her live a normal life, kasimir knows that guerra has his complete obedience.[break][break]
it is worth it.[break][break]
fifteen. sixteen seventeen eighteen and he is sent away on a long term infiltration task with little hope of returning alive. it's okay. he's survived worse odds. [break][break]
he spends the year integrating himself into the household and gaining the family's trust, and for a year, a stolen year, he gets to live a semi-normal life which he has forgotten he wants; when the time comes to betray them and return to his life of blood and shadows, he... hesitates.[break][break]
for the first time in forever, he hesitates.[break][break]
'kill them,' guerra's spy correspondent orders, and still he hesitates, and the spy says his sister's name. he understands. a moment later, the family is dead, and that night he retches his guts out and cries like he hasn't cried in years. [break][break]
never again, he vows to infiltration tasks, to anything that would require him gaining someone's trust and betraying it. never again.[break][break]
but it doesn't matter anyway, because he returns home to find guerra dead and his sister happily integrated into the silvertongue coven and the life he'd built his foundation on irrevocably shaken.[break][break]
his first instinct is to grab his sister and flee. he is more than capable of looking after them both now, however hateful he finds his skills. but his sister is happy in her new coven, has made friends and is learning magic like she's always wanted. if he were to pull her away from her peaceful life and expose her to the dark truth of his and guerre's world, he doesn't think he could forgive himself.[break][break]
that's fine then. it would break his heart, but he could run away himself, without her.[break][break]
but... the new person arrives, sharp eyed and a cruel smile with an ultimatum that chains him back from where freedom had been within reach.[break][break]
"obey me, or else the potions to our sister will stop," the blackmailer says. "obey me, or else she will die."[break][break]
and kasimir, who knows full well how ruthless the world they reside in is, who knows full well someone else has inherited guerre's criminal empire - he clenches his teeth and swears vengeance within his heart, but nods.[break][break]
when the blackmailer orders him to join silvertongue as well, to serve the coven as he serves the blackmailer, kasimir obeys.[break][break]
but he is fire born, hair as crimson as his rage, who loves as fiercely as he hates. he will not be contained forever.
sanguine
(adj.) /saŋɡwɪn/ - the colour of blood
he is born with streaks of crimson flying banners in the sky, a red dawn for the scarlet of his hair. he is born to blood, born to the storm that rages in his soul, born to inherit a dark world he will forever love and despise. he is the oldest of three, he is the one that learns to hold knives before he can run, he is the one that becomes the shield to his parents' sword as they spiral into the void of crime and lawlessness with which he swears not to follow. he is a big brother - he has siblings to protect - he will not let them die for the sins of his parents.[break][break]
but he inherits fire in his veins, and he loves as bright as he hates.[break][break]
nimbus
(n.) /nimbɑs/ - dark, grey cloud bearing rain; cloudy radiance
his world is the space between stars, the twilight grey of life and morals where he lives in the shadows striving for an anonymity that he equates to safety. but he is forged from that of fire which cannot be contained, held in check only by the force of his love for his siblings. he fights for his little sister, his little brother, protects them where his parents cannot, and he raises them when his parents come home with purple flowers blossoming on their skin and crimson marks trailing down their throat. [break][break]
he loves them all the same, bandages their wounds with the clumsy fingers of a child, but regards them with the serious, sad eyes of a child forced to grow old too soon. there is no choice for them, however; they must stay alive and in their grimy, seedy underworld, to survive is to risk everything over and over and over. [break][break]
he learns to run fast, learns to hide, learns to lie and cheat and steal because sometimes his parents aren't enough and he has to be more, but this is the life he knows and it is enough.[break][break]
it has to be.[break][break]
absquatulate
(v.) /əbˈskwɒtʃʊleɪt/ - to leave abruptly, without saying goodbye
2am in the morning, his mother returns with incandescent rage in her eyes and unspeakable grief twisting her mouth. she is alone, and he knows what has happened before she even speaks.[break][break]
she doesn't say a word.[break][break]
a wad of cash on the table, splattered with crimson that will never come off, a dagger polish silver-bright and gleaming with lethality, hands that have never so much as trembled shaking like the earth has split open.[break][break]
she folds him in a hug - the best hug he's ever had in his life - and then she leaves.[break][break]
she never comes back.[break][break]
advesperascit
(v.) /ad.wɛs.pɛˈraːs.kɪt/ - the approaching dark, the evening drawn near
he is nine, ten (birthdays aren't important when all he's focusing on if to survive till the next day), and the streets are cold in winter. his clothes are tattered and worn thin, rags held together by mere stitches but carefully preserved because they can't afford anything new. their little ramshackle home and family of five from just a year ago seems an impossible dream now, a time so far removed from they who eke out a living in the streets that his siblings never even ask after their parents anymore.[break][break]
he learns to be fiercer, faster, learns to start to harness the fire that lies within his blood, learns to listen to the thrum within him that sings of honed instinct and hard-earned wariness. he does everything he can to shelter his little siblings from the cruelty of the world, but it is not enough.[break][break]
he is only one person, and he is still a child.[break][break]
his youngest brother dies of hypothermia and starvation two weeks into the heart of winter.[break][break]
peripeteia
(n.) /ˌpɛrɪpɪˈtʌɪə/- a sudden reversal of fortune or change in circumstances
fear breeds desperation so vivid it tastes like blood and bitter ashes on his tongue. he grows sharp, grows brittle, grows ruthless in a way he's never been able to force himself to be before; he sells his skills, his body, his morals - anything for the means to take his little sister off the streets. she is the only thing he has left and there is (almost) nothing he will not do for her.[break][break]
when adoniya guerra - a crime lord infamous within the dregs of society he resides within - offers to take them in, kasimir and his little sister both, if he bends his knee and swears to serve guerra without question, he stops. considers. demands for his little sister never to be endangered, demands for his little sister to be treated well and kept well away from his criminal empire.[break][break]
guerra laughs, and agrees. she is no use to him anyway, not with her chronic illness and her delicate immune system and lack of his fire. it is kasimir he wants.[break][break]
and it is kasimir he gets.[break][break]
he kneels. swears. sells his soul for his sister's sake.[break][break]
he hates himself for forever after, but cannot bring himself to regret.[break][break]
syncretism
(n.) /ˈsɪŋkrɪtɪz(ə)m/ - the attempted reconciliation of differing or opposing principles
the first time he takes a human life, deliberately and purposefully and on orders, he is thirteen and the dagger feels too big in his too-small hands. he doesn't throw up, doesn't hesitate, but he returns to his room with hair unnaturally bright crimson and hands dripping red, and he curls in on himself and cries. [break][break]
it hurts as much as if he'd been stabbed in the heart himself, hurts just as much the second time, the third.[break][break]
it gets easier after the tenth, twentieth time. [break][break]
it shouldn't;[break][break]
but he is born with veins of fire and the desperate obedience of one who has their heart in an enemy's hands.[break][break]
(he hates himself a little more each time he returns alive.)[break][break]
sororal
(agj.) /səˈrɔːr(ə)l/ - of or like a sister or sisters
it is his sister that keeps him there, keeps him serving guerra and killing and killing and dying by degrees. true to his word, guerra has kept her away from his criminal empire, kept her happy, all but adopting her as his daughter even as he forges kasimir into a crimson-edged weapon. she laughs and smiles freely like she hasn't been able to in years, and he hugs her with a ledger dripping red and thinks, 'this is for you'.[break][break]
when guerra commissions alchemy research into her chronic illness and manages to develop an experimental potion that will help her live a normal life, kasimir knows that guerra has his complete obedience.[break][break]
it is worth it.[break][break]
iscariotic
(adj.) /iskarēätik,əsk/ - traitorous; treacherous; given to betrayal; having committed betrayal
fifteen. sixteen seventeen eighteen and he is sent away on a long term infiltration task with little hope of returning alive. it's okay. he's survived worse odds. [break][break]
he spends the year integrating himself into the household and gaining the family's trust, and for a year, a stolen year, he gets to live a semi-normal life which he has forgotten he wants; when the time comes to betray them and return to his life of blood and shadows, he... hesitates.[break][break]
for the first time in forever, he hesitates.[break][break]
'kill them,' guerra's spy correspondent orders, and still he hesitates, and the spy says his sister's name. he understands. a moment later, the family is dead, and that night he retches his guts out and cries like he hasn't cried in years. [break][break]
never again, he vows to infiltration tasks, to anything that would require him gaining someone's trust and betraying it. never again.[break][break]
but it doesn't matter anyway, because he returns home to find guerra dead and his sister happily integrated into the silvertongue coven and the life he'd built his foundation on irrevocably shaken.[break][break]
desiderium
(n.) /de.siˈde.ri.um/ - an ardent desire or longing; especially: a feeling of loss or grief for something lost
his first instinct is to grab his sister and flee. he is more than capable of looking after them both now, however hateful he finds his skills. but his sister is happy in her new coven, has made friends and is learning magic like she's always wanted. if he were to pull her away from her peaceful life and expose her to the dark truth of his and guerre's world, he doesn't think he could forgive himself.[break][break]
that's fine then. it would break his heart, but he could run away himself, without her.[break][break]
but... the new person arrives, sharp eyed and a cruel smile with an ultimatum that chains him back from where freedom had been within reach.[break][break]
"obey me, or else the potions to our sister will stop," the blackmailer says. "obey me, or else she will die."[break][break]
and kasimir, who knows full well how ruthless the world they reside in is, who knows full well someone else has inherited guerre's criminal empire - he clenches his teeth and swears vengeance within his heart, but nods.[break][break]
when the blackmailer orders him to join silvertongue as well, to serve the coven as he serves the blackmailer, kasimir obeys.[break][break]
matutine
(adj.) /ˈmachəˌtīn/ - just before the dawn
but he is fire born, hair as crimson as his rage, who loves as fiercely as he hates. he will not be contained forever.
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