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Prompt: Intolerable
Word Count: 446
Home was Hell. Literally. Jaccen had been born there and, for the first eight years of his life, had known no other existence. It was when he turned eight that he first met his cousin and learned that far more worlds, far more places, far more HOMES existed beyond the dangerous boundaries of Hell. His was an odd circumstance although as he aged he grew to realize that his cousin’s was perhaps even stranger. They were of two worlds and yet of neither, different by virtue of their birth. Perhaps that was why he was so drawn to his cousin.
Silvus was beautiful, impossibly so. He was lovely in only the way a product of Heaven and Fae could be, but it was a hard beauty, the flashing edge of a finely forged blade in the sun before it was lowered with enough speed and power to kill. His cousin wore his birth-granted looks like armor, flaunted his beauty and sexuality and sneered at everyone around him. No one insulted Silvus to his fine-boned face and got away with it.
Jaccen, though, hadn’t recognized his own attractiveness until his cousin had pointed it out. It was one day shortly after his wings had come in, pain still striking him from time to time and making him hunch even more into himself. Silvus was a cruel young man but he had truly been doing his cousin a kindness when he smacked the boy who was like a shadow to his brilliant light between the shoulder blades and the new outjuttings of his wings.
Pain had jolted Jaccen upright and Silvus had grabbed him by the shoulders and wouldn’t let him hide or curl away. Silver eyes with a curiously purple pupil had held his own black and gold, his cousin having to tilt his gaze ever so slightly upward. And then Silvus had laughed, a harsh chuckle that melded with the rustling of the woods there at the borderland of Hell and Fae. Jaccen had been dropped, pressed to his knees as bitter words reached his delicately pointed ears.
“A rival for me. If you weren’t such a pathetic weakling. A shadow to stalk at my side. We’d cut a swath through court if you had any sort of backbone.”
At the time, only seventeen and remarkably sheltered considering his home and his parentage, Jaccen hadn’t understood. Later, he learned firsthand just how double-edged beauty could be and the stigma of it became nearly unbearable. He’d fled first, finding Hell and Fae and all the shadowy lands between intolerable. And then Silvus had followed him into the mortal realm and their lives began to get REALLY interesting…
Word Count: 446
Home was Hell. Literally. Jaccen had been born there and, for the first eight years of his life, had known no other existence. It was when he turned eight that he first met his cousin and learned that far more worlds, far more places, far more HOMES existed beyond the dangerous boundaries of Hell. His was an odd circumstance although as he aged he grew to realize that his cousin’s was perhaps even stranger. They were of two worlds and yet of neither, different by virtue of their birth. Perhaps that was why he was so drawn to his cousin.
Silvus was beautiful, impossibly so. He was lovely in only the way a product of Heaven and Fae could be, but it was a hard beauty, the flashing edge of a finely forged blade in the sun before it was lowered with enough speed and power to kill. His cousin wore his birth-granted looks like armor, flaunted his beauty and sexuality and sneered at everyone around him. No one insulted Silvus to his fine-boned face and got away with it.
Jaccen, though, hadn’t recognized his own attractiveness until his cousin had pointed it out. It was one day shortly after his wings had come in, pain still striking him from time to time and making him hunch even more into himself. Silvus was a cruel young man but he had truly been doing his cousin a kindness when he smacked the boy who was like a shadow to his brilliant light between the shoulder blades and the new outjuttings of his wings.
Pain had jolted Jaccen upright and Silvus had grabbed him by the shoulders and wouldn’t let him hide or curl away. Silver eyes with a curiously purple pupil had held his own black and gold, his cousin having to tilt his gaze ever so slightly upward. And then Silvus had laughed, a harsh chuckle that melded with the rustling of the woods there at the borderland of Hell and Fae. Jaccen had been dropped, pressed to his knees as bitter words reached his delicately pointed ears.
“A rival for me. If you weren’t such a pathetic weakling. A shadow to stalk at my side. We’d cut a swath through court if you had any sort of backbone.”
At the time, only seventeen and remarkably sheltered considering his home and his parentage, Jaccen hadn’t understood. Later, he learned firsthand just how double-edged beauty could be and the stigma of it became nearly unbearable. He’d fled first, finding Hell and Fae and all the shadowy lands between intolerable. And then Silvus had followed him into the mortal realm and their lives began to get REALLY interesting…