???: "Ezekiel Malin correct?"
Ezekiel moved his head in the direction of the sweet and soothing voice. He had heard it before but he can't possibly put his finger on it. The voice belonged to King Arthur's wife, Theresia Wick, the most beautiful woman the world currently has to offer.
With long snow white hair that lacked split ends and was extremely kempt. As well as fair white skin that made her seem almost heavenly on top of completely untainted. Her eyes were more dialated than the usual human eye, as well as darker than the midnight and slanted like a cats would be. Her facial features accomadated to her eyes, perfecting her facial appearance. Finally as topping on the cake, the woman's body was vulumptious, not too wide, not too big, not to skinny, not to slim. As if shaped by god himself, giving her special attention. She was wearing a black sun dress that clung tightly to her body, but allowed for comfortable movement.
Theresia Wick: "How are your wounds, Ezekiel."
Ezekiel: "They're fine besides the pain."
Theresia: "That's good. Really, really good. You know, the fact that your still here with us, it makes me hopeful. Of you and the life you want to live. I'm sure thats the last thing you want to think about right? Sorry, I'm really bad at this. I don't know what to say or do, I can't properly express myself. And you?"
She came off exactly the way a queen should, with grace and care for her citizens. A true example of what a leader should strive to be like. Her beauty was absolutely unrivalved, she was basically a tier above humanity. Her skin, her hair, her eyes, her apparel, all seeminly flawless.
The existence of such a woman is truly humanties greatest treasures. And yet, at the very first stump of the conversation she falls into a nonsensical ramble. Which led to Ezekiel's head thrumming even more intensly.
Her voice, he couldn't help but get frustrated at the familarity of it. Even though he has never heard her speak before. Although, for now he put that thought aside. He proceeded answering the question the majestically clumsy Queen Wick had. Of what was currently corroding himself.
Ezekiel: "Sigh I...I don't feel very glad to be alive."
Theresia Wick: "What?"
In a single moment, the lifelessness in Ezekiel's eyes simmered dimly. He took heed to Queen Wick's motions and gestures, she was absurdly furious. She kneeled down in front of Ezekiel at once and brought her face right in front of his own. Staring deeply into his rare color of eye, carmine red. Ezekiel stared back in shock, her own eyes were black, absolutely devoid of light, a black hole extending infinitely.
Her eyes were more dialated than a normal human eye, which must have been a special quality of her own race which was unknown to Ezekiel. Her anger, seemed like it wouldn't let up in the slightest. She glared at Ezekiel with eyes that would pierce through the soul of any sane man. Which is why it didn't do much to Ezekiel at the moment. Concepts such as regret or shame were nonexistent to Ezekiel in that instance.
Ezekiel: "I hate that I survived."
Theresia Wick: "Grrr why?!"
Ezekiel: "Why?! What do you mean why! Why was my village burnt to the ground?! Why did my family and friends have to die?! Even though I bought them time and faced that monster to the death for them! Wither could have killed me instantly with a single swipe! Merely being scratched by him nearly ripped me to pieces! Why did I have to go through that?! JUST TO LOSE EVERYTHING!!!"
???: "Boy contr..."
Theresia Wick: "Harold don't take a step foward and silence yourself, who said you were allowed to intrude upon our conversation."
???: "My apologies, Queen Wick."
With a cruel and tyrannical manner, Queen Wick waved her soldier away. Her furiosity was different as opposed to the one she showed Ezekiel. To Harold, she gave a cold fury lacking empathy. For Ezekiel her anger was filled with a brew of other emotions like confusion, worry, anxiousness and so on. It was an anger you would only show to a loved one.
As for currently, once she turned away from Harold, Queen Wick looked at Ezekiel with a deflated sadness to her eyes. It was completely mesmerising seeing Queen wick show emotions she normally wouldn't show to others, she drew in attention where ever she went. Eyes can't help but get sucked onto her outstanding figure: "One look can cause a thousand thoughts" is how the saying goes with Queen Wick. But for some reason this didn't calm Ezekiel in the slightest, it just furthered his own self deprication.
Ezekiel: "Haaah."
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Theresia Wick: "Don't do that, please, I don't want you to lose yourself as well.
The woman adjacent to snow gripped onto the Ezekiel's wrist with the purpose of stopping him from hammering his head constantly. She lacked any real strength to actually subdue the seven year old child, but her touch alone, was something completely different. An entirely new sensation overcame Ezekiel, a vibrant, burning passion arised at the woman's touch, it was basically hopeful.
It was a feeling Ezekiel's being relished in, the imprint of it was giving Ezekiel a sourceless nostalgia, like deja vu. Theresia Wick, that woman was too close to Ezekiel's heart. It shouldn't be possible due to the lack of memories and experience with each other, but the feeling is there regardless. Even so, this burning passion didn't supercede the past one raging even further.
Ezekiel: "Don't do what? Don't finish what the world wants? I don't see why I should stop. No matter how hard I fight on, or suffer and endure, or what I learn, it's all meanlingless against the world. Life... Isn't fair, I was born unlucky, all I could do was barely kill a wild beast while my parents and friends got turned to ashes. 'I promise i'll make it back', I really said that. What good does that do if you're too late. I, am alone in this world."
Theresia: "It's... IT'S NOT!"
Ezekiel: "..."
Theresia: "You think the world can tell you what to do, tell any of us what to do? A child shouldn't have to bear the responsibility of hundreds of people as if you are the only capable one. Look at your body Ezekiel. How is that not more that enough? Look at your face. Are those traumatized eyes not proof of your anquish of trying so hard it shatters your very soul? How can you just say that it doesn't matter..."
Furrowing her brows with worry at Ezekiel's self harm, his obsession with taking a responsibility he shouldn't have bear alone. With no one holding his hand to reassure him. The image of the villagers hanging onto Ezekiel for dear life as a sign of eternal atonement was rectifying for Theresia Wick. Why should this child have to go that far she asked herself.
She yelled to coddle her own selfish intentions of wanting to relieve the boy in any manner or way. Even she was beginning to get swept away like a blade of grass swindling throughout the breeze. She could no longer harbor her own feelings at Ezekiel's words. He was a complete stranger to her. A random child who was bandagaged and brutalized.
And yet, he spoke such mortifying words and self understanding that was proof of his trials. Theresia under no circumstance, could she allow him to say those words so openly, not while she kneels in front of him. So Theresia Wick extended both her arms, she placed her left palm over his heart, and one of his face.
Theresia Wick: "Just look at how much your heart is beating. It's raging, almost bursting out of your chest, aching to keep on moving foward. Your face is burning, I feel it across my entire arm, its searing me Ezekiel, this is the heat of your flames, this is your heat. If the world could get rid of Ezekiel Malin, then why is your body fuming with life right in front of me? Tell me, why do I feel your life throughout my whole body."
Ezekiel: "..."
Her glare had let up, the tears flowing across her face could no longer be restrained. Theresia Wick desperately try to take off even just an ounce of pressure from the boy suffering like a man right before her eyes. Her body was heating up even more gradually then Ezekiel's had. She wasn't suppoused to take it this far.
Yet, she just couldn't resist the words that came flying out of her mouth. In all honesty, she could be doing nothing more than adding further burdens on Ezekiel's shoulders. But if she could do one thing, she just wanted to let him know he's not alone, with actions instead.
And so, she hugged Ezekiel, she grasped onto his tiny and gentle head and brought him into her well endowed chest. The feel of his long silky hair on her chin gave her a motherly esctasy of holding ones own child and comforting them. While letting go tears on end, an open mouth smile creaked upon her face as she felt Ezekiel's life warmth and her own.
If words weren't going to shatter Ezekiel's barriers, then she would have to talk less and act more. Completely presumptious, entirely lacking the presence a queen should have. Theresia Wick paid no attention to such things, all she could do was enjoy Ezekiel's company. For a reason unknown to her, holding onto Ezekiel was beyond blissful, being the one person he can count on at the moment. As selfish as it is, was the best feeling to Theresia Wick, and she won't understand why.
Theresia Wick: "You see, even if your right about everything else, regardless of how great you are or become, there is one thing your wrong about... You aren't alone."
Ezekiel: "..."
Theresia Wick: "I won't let you be alone, ever again...So please become my f-f-f..."
As she spoke she shut her eyes completely, clenching them shut to hide her own embarrasement. Tears continued to flow freely onto Ezekiel's scalp. Stuttering and chittering without end, Theresia wanted to say what was on her mind since before she even knew Ezekiel's name. But after a multitude of presumptious statements and gestures, she was feeling the pressure of her ignorant desires.
What she was about to ask of Ezekiel was a complete defilement of his life prior to their meeting, an insult. The weight of what she wanted to say was keeping Theresia Wick stagnant and afraid, the fear of rejection crept in along with the rest. Of the child looking at Theresia Wick with hatred and disgust, shoving her away and abandoning herself, taking the path of loneliness instead.
Ezekiel was crowded, his mind was cloudy. His purpose, morals, and way of living we're being infringed upon so easily, with the flick of a single person's hand. This woman, her warmth, it wouldn't be dispelled no matter how much Ezekiel struggled. He couldn't shove her away or ignore her, that was impossible.
He found himself pulling her closer by wrapping around her waist, he hid his face from the world. Ezekiel didn't want to anyone the pitiful expression he was making. An ugly, deformed look of sadness and desperation. The need to find anything to fill the void in ones heart. The empty feeling that just won't go away, that keeps growing and eating away at Ezekiel's sanity. The urge to keep moving foward, the heart break of losing everything, was being eased.
Ever so slightly, by just a small margin, Ezekiel felt gradually at ease by Theresia Wick's touch. It reminded him not just of his own mother, but a being even more important. The voice, that heavenly call from the land of darkness, Ezekiel remembered it as quickly as it faded. This gave him the little strength he needed to assist the person in front of him struggling with problems and trials he simply can't see, to finish her sentence for her.
Ezekiel: "If you dont want me to be alone. Then sniffle let's become family, please..."
Theresia Wick: "!"
Having her sentence finished for her was vexing, the fact that a child had to take the big step, and close the distance after losing everything, was shameful on Theresia Wick. Even though it was shameless and frowned upon, Theresia's heart fluttered with the beat of a thousand butterflies. Hearing those words come out of the mouth she wanted to hear it most from, was delighting for her.
It was overly delighting, the acceptance of a complete stranger whom she only just met after a tragedy. The boy whom Theresia had never once laid eyes on before, had her heart encroached from the beginning. Her instinct led her to Ezekiel, it levitated her to him and made her bashful. She gave into feelings and never thought about it again.
Theresia Wick: "I-If that's what you want, then I have no choice but to keep you company forever..."
Ezekiel: "Hck!"
Theresia Wick: "Ezekiel?"
Ezekiel's visions blurred out of the blue, static pierced into his thoughts like glass breaking. He was seeing something he didn't recognize, it was a sight he's never seen before, a throne. Royally purple and crimson, draped in what seemed like diamonds and gold. Atop the throne was a sword which was a light blue straight sword with an intricate carving along it.
The carving looked like a sort of kanji unknown to Ezekiel, which made it seem like waves on a blade. Though attempting to avoid it was meaningless, but at the bottom of the sword, was a pierced skull. As well as a lake of blood under the throne. The blood was a dark shade of crimson due to the vast amounts that must have stained for hours.
The sight was eery and too foreign for it not to rattle Ezekiel. Eventually, he simply gave in, no longer being able to resist his drowsiness and need of escape. Ezekiel gave into rest. All the while being held in the arms of the one person, who kept him company when he needed it the most.