Posted

Jan 5th 2006

Mood

Pessimistic

Music

Genji: Dawn of the Samurai - Grief

"Henh... How pitiful we mortals really are... clinging so desperately to life, when to the gods, our struggle for lasting existence is like a game; just a piece of entertainment to watch and laugh at."

"Such a pessimist you've become."

"I've always been this way. The arrival of death holds no bearing on how I see things throughout these layers." Thin, ashen fingers twitched where they were intertwined, and a set of dull, gold-traced cyan orbs lifted from their previous focus, pinning their lifeless stare through bits faded silver, where they locked on brilliant amber eyes. Their owner, a formerly young man that appeared to be in his thirties, silently appraised the dark-skinned lass positioned ahead of him, watching her shift and contort her face in thought, while he remained ever still, awaiting what response may have been coming.

Pushing her glasses up a bit, the amber-eyed girl quirked her lip, before glancing down at her feet, as if to look through them, and the ground below. "You must've gotten that from your father."

"I probably got it from both of them," Asimenios swiftly responded, a slight smirk playing at his ghostly features. "Sure, dad was the cynic, but mom had her own nasty streak of pessimism; I had my healthy share mainly from her." He paused, reaching to run a hand through his limp, yet once glossy hair, before swiveling his eyes to the side. "I never saw much of my father in the long run; with both he and myself out on the run all the time, we rarely ever met in the same place at once."

Another moment of silence passed, before he puffed a faint snerk. "Guess that was my downfall. I never spent enough time with him to form a strong enough bond I could be sustained with after Kaidona was gone. Erugi barely got me back to the mansion in time for me to see just a few familiar faces before I faded as well."

Shisha paused in her idle shuffling, folding her hands behind her back and turning to look back at the fellow sitting nearby. "Things you wish you could go back and change, huh? Sounds like something I've heard a lot of time mages say."

"Or a lot of humans in general. I was the second most human in our family; the first was one of my little sisters, Midori. As a conjuration, I never really considered myself a legitimate human, regardless how much my mother yelled at me for it." Drawing in a breathless sigh, Asimenios slid his gaze back up to the messenger dragon pacing nearby, still perched solidly on the stone he'd chosen some time ago.

"Compared to my father, I never amounted to more than another weak human... To my mother, I was like a parasite. My body fed off her living spirit after she never completed the conjuration and broke off my direct connection to her, so, as the laws of the realms would have it, I died with her. Needless to say, I feel guilty leaving everyone behind like that. As much of a recluse as I was, I still had my loyalties to the people I considered family."