Post by indi on Feb 28, 2021 19:20:47 GMT -5
Tell me the story..
of how the sun loved the moon so much..
that she died every night..
Just to let him breathe..
The stars and the clouds had something in common, both shared the sky with a force that could only thrive alone.
Indi thought about that often, in the past six or so weeks since she had made the trek across green lands and swamps, to face the king of the under. She had taken help, guidance in her friends. But this was a task she was set to do alone. Miles Lucky had dangled freedom in front of her and she had grasped for it; it’s importance struck deeper with her than any desire to lead ever had.
That was the beginning of the end, before the beginning had even come. Indi had always believed in one path, omnipotent guidance from the universe herself, never had she considered that just as she bathed in the light, was a counterpart who thrived in the darkness. To explain the present, we have to travel to the past. And that’s why the story begins like this today; no note from Indi herself. Just a simple question.
How many times would you die, just so your heart could beat?
A little over nineteen years ago.
The small birthing suite was pushed back from the others, this wasn’t the room where expectant mothers sighed and exasperated. The room that would fill with the shrill cry of new life and the joyous tears of those who had brought them into the world.
The curtains hung limply over the small window, even if there had been a view behind it? This wasn’t the time to admire the scenery. The old wheels in need of oil groaned under the weight of the machines that weighed heavy on the trolleys. Distant, rhythmic beating charging through an echo of a far more erratic sound. Reams of paper from the machine to the floor, continued to coil down, black ink scratching out markers that only those trained to do, could read. The bed itself was unremarkable as hospital beds often are. A button to sit up, a button to summon a nurse and a button to sink back into the dangerous abyss of your own thoughts.
The bags strung up, feeding into a tube that burrowed under her skin, swayed in the missing breeze. It felt as though there was no air in the room at all. There at the end of the bed she sat. Her eyes sparkled like deep, endless pools of pitch. Her chest rose and fell, almost as though it were learned behavior. As she watched her, Mrs Rhyder couldn’t help but wonder where she had seen her before. There was a cool disparity that melted into a familiar state of acceptance. It was as it has been at her own birth. It was as her father had punished her for.
But not her daughter. As a shaky hand cradled the swell of her abdomen, she was comforted at least in the knowledge that she had married a man who would love and protect her, always.
“So you understand.” Rasped the woman at the foot of her bed.
She understood, this was her destiny, as it would be the child’s destiny.
“Yes.” Mrs. Rhyder spoke the word like a breath. The pain of delivery rippling through her body before she could draw in a second breath.
A little less over nineteen years ago.
His weathered hands pulled on the soft curtains. Light and effective all at once, with them drawn he stood only in darkness. Calluses catching on soft cotton as he peeled them back. Letting the sun streak into the room, warm and soft. It tenderly reached the bassinet, tickling the fingers and toes of the slumbering infant kept within.
Almost as though the presence of the sunlight in her dark room were a silent message, that slumbering face twisted and contorted with rage. A wail from her lungs that disturbed the air and the peace so quickly that he was across the room in just a bound. Scooping her up into his muscled arms and bringing her to rest against his chest. He soothed her with wordless sounds and held her tightly.
“That’s my girl. You have so much to show the world. Never quieten your voice, always be heard my princess.” He cooed the words like a song he wrote, just for her. A hand on her back as his lips brushed the wisps of golden hair atop her head. As the sun shone down on the pair; the galaxy embedded in her skin lightened to freckles. The stars in her hair melting into an enchanted shine.
He held her there, his daughter. Chest to chest and he waited as she settled, so new in this world. Heartbeat to heartbeat, if only he had listened a little closer, perhaps he would have heard a third.
A little under nineteen hours ago.
She sat on the edge of the cliff, her blue eyes watching the water below crash against the vermillion rocks. The rush of the frothing waves, soothing her mind as she allowed it all to flow over her. For as far back as the king could remember, it had been the duty of her lineage to assuage the burden of the world. One traded her place for another, it was their destiny. The universe plotted it out, with no sight of where the story would end. And it was over now.
Kleidoukhos, Dadophoros, Eilytheia, Basillea one and the same, each arriving with the promise of life for one who was never meant to take a breath. The king had warned her, that in stripping away her own duality, she could perhaps lose all that she had ever been.
“But what, if anything, was there left to lose?” Indi pulled her gaze free of those contretemps seas, addressing the sun and the sky. The stars that hid behind the clouds, waiting for day to give way to the moon and the heavy silence that always seemed to accompany the night.
“The question of the hour, of a lifetime truly. People glance toward us Anna and they believe that they see something alike, a kindredness about us. I suppose that when it comes to anything beyond earthly ways? It’s perfectly fine to start forcing us into easily labelled boxes.
But we are nothing alike, not at our cores. You have travelled a thousand centuries. You know what has been and what will be, all that you’ve seen has fractured you. No longer just a singular existence, you are every possible variation from every timeline you muddied.
Where you continue to split off and weaken the spirit? I am regaining myself… most would look at that championship loss and cry off. Others to blame. A bland excuse for why they faltered. Me? I stumbled because I wasn’t ready. My head was in the clouds, fixated on the vision of something that compressed around my heart.
I lost my way, I see that now. I allowed the promise of power and platitudes to cloud by judgment. It became less about the journey and more about knocking others off my path. That ends here, that stops with you. In many ways, I’m glad it’s you who is the first person I’ll stare down, for the first time as wholly and only myself.
You’re strong, talented and on a hot run. Despite a couple of trip wires you are still one of the singularly most Successful opponents I have ever faced. This won’t be a handout, this isn’t a pity match. I am coming off two losses and a cleanse that scrubbed my soul so clean, not even the ache of that tooth can reach me anymore…
The Universe and the Galaxy will forever live within me. But like the sun, who must die out every day so that the moon may breathe again; it is my heart, and my head, that guide me. I had it all, but it meant nothing. Now, I have nothing and it means everything.
It’s a new year, a new start and a whole new pilot episode; welcome to Indi Rhyder, The Wrestler.
It may just be my best season yet.”
of how the sun loved the moon so much..
that she died every night..
Just to let him breathe..
The stars and the clouds had something in common, both shared the sky with a force that could only thrive alone.
Indi thought about that often, in the past six or so weeks since she had made the trek across green lands and swamps, to face the king of the under. She had taken help, guidance in her friends. But this was a task she was set to do alone. Miles Lucky had dangled freedom in front of her and she had grasped for it; it’s importance struck deeper with her than any desire to lead ever had.
That was the beginning of the end, before the beginning had even come. Indi had always believed in one path, omnipotent guidance from the universe herself, never had she considered that just as she bathed in the light, was a counterpart who thrived in the darkness. To explain the present, we have to travel to the past. And that’s why the story begins like this today; no note from Indi herself. Just a simple question.
How many times would you die, just so your heart could beat?
A little over nineteen years ago.
The small birthing suite was pushed back from the others, this wasn’t the room where expectant mothers sighed and exasperated. The room that would fill with the shrill cry of new life and the joyous tears of those who had brought them into the world.
The curtains hung limply over the small window, even if there had been a view behind it? This wasn’t the time to admire the scenery. The old wheels in need of oil groaned under the weight of the machines that weighed heavy on the trolleys. Distant, rhythmic beating charging through an echo of a far more erratic sound. Reams of paper from the machine to the floor, continued to coil down, black ink scratching out markers that only those trained to do, could read. The bed itself was unremarkable as hospital beds often are. A button to sit up, a button to summon a nurse and a button to sink back into the dangerous abyss of your own thoughts.
The bags strung up, feeding into a tube that burrowed under her skin, swayed in the missing breeze. It felt as though there was no air in the room at all. There at the end of the bed she sat. Her eyes sparkled like deep, endless pools of pitch. Her chest rose and fell, almost as though it were learned behavior. As she watched her, Mrs Rhyder couldn’t help but wonder where she had seen her before. There was a cool disparity that melted into a familiar state of acceptance. It was as it has been at her own birth. It was as her father had punished her for.
But not her daughter. As a shaky hand cradled the swell of her abdomen, she was comforted at least in the knowledge that she had married a man who would love and protect her, always.
“So you understand.” Rasped the woman at the foot of her bed.
She understood, this was her destiny, as it would be the child’s destiny.
“Yes.” Mrs. Rhyder spoke the word like a breath. The pain of delivery rippling through her body before she could draw in a second breath.
A little less over nineteen years ago.
His weathered hands pulled on the soft curtains. Light and effective all at once, with them drawn he stood only in darkness. Calluses catching on soft cotton as he peeled them back. Letting the sun streak into the room, warm and soft. It tenderly reached the bassinet, tickling the fingers and toes of the slumbering infant kept within.
Almost as though the presence of the sunlight in her dark room were a silent message, that slumbering face twisted and contorted with rage. A wail from her lungs that disturbed the air and the peace so quickly that he was across the room in just a bound. Scooping her up into his muscled arms and bringing her to rest against his chest. He soothed her with wordless sounds and held her tightly.
“That’s my girl. You have so much to show the world. Never quieten your voice, always be heard my princess.” He cooed the words like a song he wrote, just for her. A hand on her back as his lips brushed the wisps of golden hair atop her head. As the sun shone down on the pair; the galaxy embedded in her skin lightened to freckles. The stars in her hair melting into an enchanted shine.
He held her there, his daughter. Chest to chest and he waited as she settled, so new in this world. Heartbeat to heartbeat, if only he had listened a little closer, perhaps he would have heard a third.
A little under nineteen hours ago.
She sat on the edge of the cliff, her blue eyes watching the water below crash against the vermillion rocks. The rush of the frothing waves, soothing her mind as she allowed it all to flow over her. For as far back as the king could remember, it had been the duty of her lineage to assuage the burden of the world. One traded her place for another, it was their destiny. The universe plotted it out, with no sight of where the story would end. And it was over now.
Kleidoukhos, Dadophoros, Eilytheia, Basillea one and the same, each arriving with the promise of life for one who was never meant to take a breath. The king had warned her, that in stripping away her own duality, she could perhaps lose all that she had ever been.
“But what, if anything, was there left to lose?” Indi pulled her gaze free of those contretemps seas, addressing the sun and the sky. The stars that hid behind the clouds, waiting for day to give way to the moon and the heavy silence that always seemed to accompany the night.
“The question of the hour, of a lifetime truly. People glance toward us Anna and they believe that they see something alike, a kindredness about us. I suppose that when it comes to anything beyond earthly ways? It’s perfectly fine to start forcing us into easily labelled boxes.
But we are nothing alike, not at our cores. You have travelled a thousand centuries. You know what has been and what will be, all that you’ve seen has fractured you. No longer just a singular existence, you are every possible variation from every timeline you muddied.
Where you continue to split off and weaken the spirit? I am regaining myself… most would look at that championship loss and cry off. Others to blame. A bland excuse for why they faltered. Me? I stumbled because I wasn’t ready. My head was in the clouds, fixated on the vision of something that compressed around my heart.
I lost my way, I see that now. I allowed the promise of power and platitudes to cloud by judgment. It became less about the journey and more about knocking others off my path. That ends here, that stops with you. In many ways, I’m glad it’s you who is the first person I’ll stare down, for the first time as wholly and only myself.
You’re strong, talented and on a hot run. Despite a couple of trip wires you are still one of the singularly most Successful opponents I have ever faced. This won’t be a handout, this isn’t a pity match. I am coming off two losses and a cleanse that scrubbed my soul so clean, not even the ache of that tooth can reach me anymore…
The Universe and the Galaxy will forever live within me. But like the sun, who must die out every day so that the moon may breathe again; it is my heart, and my head, that guide me. I had it all, but it meant nothing. Now, I have nothing and it means everything.
It’s a new year, a new start and a whole new pilot episode; welcome to Indi Rhyder, The Wrestler.
It may just be my best season yet.”