#( mirin might as well have been a little sister but welp. he just botched it bc who ever taught him how to handle his emotions? )

[gazelessmenagerie]

🗝 I would like to Compel the space gorilla

Send 🗝 to force my muse to talk about a topic they never want to speak of

Large hands idly traced their thumbs around the shiny skin of a perfect Demonic Apple, ceaselessly rubbing the surface solemnly. Emptiness fill the gap within absent-minded pupils staring upon the waxy surface, hollow, and yet there lay something beside it slowly eating away at him with invisible fangs and a slow, relentless hunger.

For months its resided there in that little crevice, nibbling away at its surroundings in the dead of night and with each passing day. Nameless and unknown, it was as unfamiliar as this planet’s range of flora and fauna. Something compelled him to speak of what ailed him so, coaxed him to finally loosen the choking chain around his throat and let forlorn words hinge over vexations riddled upon the burden of his shoulders. How to begin, though, was the first step of many and it wasn’t one so easily taken by a mouth that knew nothing than how to spit venom upon the desecration of his fallen enemies and vow threats carved from his tongue.

“ .. They disgust me. ”

“ These wretched things within. ”

                                            “ I hear them in the silence of the world. ”

“ I feel their poisonous tongues glide along my flesh. ”

Searing red pierced deep into the abyss of onyx pupils, matching the same vibrant hue of those rolled papers held by golden string against the canopy of dark hair. Eyelids fell over slowly, echoes of the old wails of memory seeping to focus within the darkness of smaller feet skipping along behind him. The sun rose and fell, the annoyance of that stupid girl tailing him worse than his own.

‘ Something on your mind again? How about we work it through with two heads than one? ’

Idiot. What use is there to have two heads if one of them was weak and stupid? What could a second head offer that one couldn’t do on its own? 

‘ You can sleep if you want. I made sure a good dream is waiting for you. ‘

How does one assure of a good dream? It seemed nothing but a false promise made. He hadn’t dreamed for a long time, slumbering as needed but.. lately he’s been having dreams that touched upon realities he hadn’t thought were--

                                                     Stop it.

Stop making him remember..

Nails dug into the once pristine flesh of the apple, sweetened words brimming with the warmth of the sun. Hardly a day went by that he didn’t escape that little runt. Verdant fields blossomed with the most fragrant flowers he’s encountered in a long stretch of time. Walking amongst those peasants and lowly insects, coaxed along by the skipping beat of that miserable girl wanting to show him where things were should he ever decide to leave the seclusion of the wild. Savory scents of succulent foods and desserts, paving the way for where the hot springs were and how..

“ I hate it. ”

Tension roiled within his body, hardly anything to hinder him but that wretch wouldn’t leave him be until he took time to sit in the searing warmth of the hot spring.

‘ You always look so tense, its not good to be tense all the time but I have a remedy for it. There’s hot springs nearby and people from the village go there to relax. It’ll help you too. ’

When did he need help? He was perfectly fine the way he is. Punting the cur got her to leave him alone but she’d be back the next day. Sometimes, if she was particularly stupid or stubborn, she’d return in the same day. Offerings of food, what they were called and the ingredients used if she caught him observing it. Showing him how to cook an egg while he was soaking away his pains and aches in the bubbling waters, dropping eggs into the water and peels of oranges for that wonderful fruity scent.

The scent of those damn apples were the most favored by that runt..

                               Or was it her favorite fruit to eat..?

Was it both..?

‘ The world’s beautiful, like the trees and birds. The flowers and fruit. The sky and sun. Moon and the stars, you have to see it for yourself to know the beauty of it. ’

He’s seen the endless abyss of a careless void, seen the burning hot fury of stars and ended entire planets by his hand. Once he’s seen it once, they’re all the same. What makes this mudball so damn special that he’d care for one measly second of it? He’s witnessed how the tempest tears away at anything caught in its path and the destruction caused by its howling winds, pelting needles and fires ignited by the strike of heavenly fangs.

‘ Do you like flowers? I noticed you like to look at them when we’re out here in this field. ’

His jaw tightened. Juices ran down the curves and contours of his hands, ignored entirely as a low growl rumbled. Every stupid word he’s had to hear. Things he never asked for but that girl kept telling him stories about her village, her life, her mother, anything she thought would be something worthy to talk about regardless if she was the only one speaking.

‘ You sound like thunder. We have a saying that the sound of thunder means new life is sure to follow. The storm, no matter how vicious, brings rain and rain makes our crops grow. ’ 

“ I. Hate. Her..! ”

The hole wouldn’t fill itself no matter how much resentment and hate he attempted to drown it in. The sharp crunch of sweetly aromatic flesh squelched like a skull in his crushing grip, eyes snapping open with the onset of Rage twisting at his face. Gusts burst away from his frame, flinging away loosened gravel, stones and debris. Fluid ran down the extent of his forearm, sticky as the blood that had coated on that day he pulverized that runt into the dirt! He heard her bones crack, heard her screams for him to stop but jealousy blinded him into a wrath. It was her fault.. HER FAULT for getting in HIS way! She was the one to blame for angering him!

“ I burned down her miserable village and broke that sniveling whelp like the insect she is with the Audacity to try and Take what is MINE! ”

Why was he getting worked up over that inane worm?! Months passed and the hole only deepened. It ate at him when he was alone with his thoughts in the dead of night, festered like an unclean wound for what reason?! He’s killed before, thousands, billions. Several sea’s worth of blood were upon his hands and not once did he ever feel regret for any of it. He’s destroyed entire civilizations and the planets they called home. Stars were of no match to him and even the entire being of a galaxy was slain by his own insurmountable power!

And yet, that insignificant speck wouldn’t let him be!

The hole in his chest grew wider by the centimeter, ate away at him like a disease that had no cure. To what end did he wind up with such a vile, tormenting pestilence?!

“ I can’t get that insufferable worm out of my head every damn time I look at these wretched apples..! ”

“ I don’t bring life, I Destroy it! Every ounce of it, every little iota of it, I’ll kill all as I please and there isn’t a damn thing that can be done about it! Not her, not them, Not ANYONE! I don’t need her help, I never needed anything from that little speck of Weakness! ”

Weak. Weak! WEAK! 

That’s all she ever is. That’s all anyone is on this floating mudball! Why should he bother himself to see beauty when it was nothing but the same formations of rock and pockets of civilization? These lives mean nothing to him. These people are nothing but bugs to be squashed whenever he pleased, AS he pleased!  Stringent torso expanded and contracted with the forceful snarls of air filtering to and from lungs, tearing at the air before his head yanked backwards for a harrowing howl to echo outwards into the far reaches of the land. Destruction followed suit with a cacophony of explosions ransacking the territory around, mindless roars shattering the atmosphere with a hiccup of short, choking breaths biting past a throat before another prolonged shout filled the air.