It was a boisterous night. The rain drowned out the voices spontaneously whispering violent threats. The ocean waled as it slammed itself against the jagged cliff. Twigs snapped underneath tattered soles of shoes. One false move could end in unwanted results. Death? No. Perhaps. A cold hand pressed against the rough bark of the old redwood. Where else could the lost soul go? The howls of the creatures filled the air as the luminous moon mocked from its high throne. Uncertainty tainted every soul no matter where they were to hid. It spewed itself into society disguised as a rainstorm. Brutal remarks and unnecessary criticism. Pain makes up humans as well as the main factor they despise- fear. Pain is fear and fear is a pain. The lifeless body was filled with life to the brim. Regardless of what it wanted, it could never obtain. Light and death, love and fear. All of which are experienced by one on this earth. Despite the displeasure, it may bring it is still yearned. Yet humans still lust for each other. It is only natural they would be. Lusting for affection and to fill their own selfish desires, not overlooking the consequences or playing out the possible scenarios in their head. This scenario was not accounted for. Per usual, elucidating would only lead to more scenarios needing to be brought to attention. Divulging these scenarios would stir panic. Bizarre indeed. Formidable fallacies encountered and tied with these scenarios indeed. Such fallacies that lead to the exposure of the truth. The truth that could taint and illuminate at the same time. The same truth that is endurable.
Anyone could easily write analogies filled with multiple alliterations to demonstrate how cruel this world has become. Who would have ever assumed the pigment of skin or origins would determine the treatment you receive in a place that is presumed to be safe and secure? How absurd to call oneself a voyager or explorer, as if hell itself rose from the crusts to destroy precious land, detonating a bomb on innocent souls to pursue one's self-interest and personal gain. Placing labels on cloth and fabrics, currency and practices, humans of all kind. Depictions dating far back before our time, yet we manage to fall back into their ways. Acting as savages, animals, divulging ignorance as if its air. Leaving millions despondent trapped in their own self-doubt and grief. Such fallacies forming a path for sorrow to flourish from the dew of the grass, to fill the skies and air we breathe. Such a world filled with hatred yet words, regardless of their meaning in strength cannot restore the damage cast down upon us. Must a child live in fear for their life everything fleeting moment? How much longer until these problems are noticed? Ah, people still are stunned by comments and remarks towards the white man. Yes, a white man. No one seems to grasp the concept of this man. A white mans doing. As picking apples from a woven basket, only the reddest and ripest are the sweetest. The rest rot, never getting picked for eating. Fruit flies flutter and jumps in between each in hunger for the rotting cores. The rotting ones pulling the strings from behind the scenes. What have we come to? A question so many ask. Yet so little have solutions. The crumbling society today which is referred to as a free nation is not all that free as we presume, correct? Ignorance and simple-mindedness taunt this society, lacking to acknowledge the past or damage continuously sought out by power hungry selfish greedy scoundrels. Yet in no position am I to speak upon such matters only to state my opinions and enforce the use of the first amendment which is taken ever so lightly. Ideas to be pursued.
Ember exhaled and ran his fingers through his curly mop. He had been sitting at this wooden bureau for quite some time now. From dawn to dusk his fingers swirled the quill against his parchment. It was impudent. Viel and treacherous for the matter. Why has the brick wall around his mind ceased to come down? It was destined to never cease in his case. The incident had occurred nine months ago at Buckingham. The Buckingham Palace located in Westminster London. Traveling through a vicious storm of hail and rain, the carriage filled with laughter and perky remarks scrapped and dragged along the rigid pathway. The party consisted of Ember and his lover, another couple and a maiden.
Diana and Abe were close family friends to Ember for over 20 years, their family relations tracing back to their family founders. Both possessed a great amount of wealth. Enough to consider both of themselves high upper noblemen. Unlike his acquaintances, Ember was never one to live a lavish lifestyle. He preferred the indifferent minimalist ways while Diana was extravagant and flamboyant. Yet as they say- opposites attract. His parents married him as well as Diana off at the age of 16. They only considered one major factor despite Embers various plead- to be married to a wealthy upper-classman. In his younger years, his parents had figured he would marry a nice elegant girl and add to the family tree. To their unfortunate expectancy, this wouldn't be possible for him. Raised by a family maid throughout his childhood, his parents had never given him a peace of mind. When he was born he had a severe abnormality. He was born as an intersex rather than a female or male. His parents had not realized this until the age of 7 when he had asked his mother about reproduction. The conversation had railed into an unwanted hatred that would last for many years. Aware of his status and so-called ‘disformation’ Ember had been arranged to marry a man with plenty of money to provide for him and all medical expenses he may have. Diana had married the man's cousin and gave birth to two healthy twin girls. Sometimes he had wished he was that fortunate.
The widow was a companion Diana had become close with through her nursing classes near Lyon. She was a snarky country girl with vicious red hair and a thick accent. Apparently, her grandfather had owned a few large plantations down South and she was going to be placed the head of the household soon. She bragged about that a lot that night. Ember had figured this was another one of Diana's attempts to set him with a mistress. She was not always comfortable with the fact of his sexuality. She would always bring him along to church or to lunch with other females. Anything she could to rid him of this ‘sin.’ After a while, she had caught the hint once she had to comfort a heartbroken Ember. On the balcony of their suite underneath the pounding drops of rain. A night that led to a change for both of them. Still, no matter how great Embers love was for his close friend her companions were extremely unmoving.
At one point along the ride, she had noticed the bandaged tucked underneath his collar. Gavin, Ember’s husband, gave a slight glance to the pale neck.
“Bandages on your neck? Now, why’da have them there?”
“Father had sent me a gift. Strangely enough, it was a soft blue parakeet. It was a feisty one at that, that had slipped the servant's grasp…unfortunately, I was birdseed in its eyes.”
Ember replied in a gentle tone. He was reluctant to look at her intimidating gaze. She leaned back silent and crossed her arms, munching on her thumb as if it was a piece of bread. The long-lasting silence had coated the carriage until Diana clapped her hands. The vibrant colors and music flowing through the air from the theatre, the fountains spurring water seemed as sparkles with the reflective light. The carriage had come to a draw in front of the stone staircase laid with rose petals. Diana and Abe had exited first, and then a frilly red-haired girl. He never had received her name that night. Just as Ember had made an attempt to leave, Gavin's large hand gripped his wrist in the spur of the moment.
“I told you not to cover it. It’s dangerous enough that it is there, to begin with.”
“Yes, darling. Yet you were the imposter were you not?”
The male had forced their faces closer, His piercing gaze could make anyone melt with fear. Trembling, he placed his sweaty palms on the back of Gavin's hands.
“You know I did not intend for that. Do you not?”
“I do…”
“I love you. You are aware, correct.”
“Yes, darling. I’m aware.”
“Good. Do not speak of this again.”
Having released an aggravated sigh and straightened his tuxedo collar, exiting the cart. Ember took a shaky breath and followed, allowing the man to escort him to the main hall.
That night was fantastic. Outstanding and luxurious. Lavishing. He couldn't possibly put words to the sights he was seeing. The clattering of sparkling wine glasses, the light spectrum portrayed form the dazzling crystal shards for a chandelier. The upperclassmen and nobles had worn their best gowns and tailcoats. Unfortunately, Ember had been forced to growing his locks. Gavin had always proposed it gave him a more feminine look. His parents adored his husband's capability to make him like this. Clad in a classic red drape, a white wool shawl was draped around his shoulders. He despised this. It was humiliating and unsettling. Despite the fact, he looked forward to the speech given by the Prime Minister, Aleron Bardin. The guests had begun to settle down at their designated tables three hours in. Waiters and waitresses placed cocktails near the bouquet of flowers in the center of the table. As the curtains to the enormous wooden stage withdrew, a short stubby man had approached the center. Ember reflected this part often. Why hadn’t he noticed before? If he was not the way he was then. The if’s are what taint him from this tragic night.
As the Minister had spoken of foreign affairs and international trade. Praising the growth of the country's economy. His wife played as an obedient dog from her seat. A single raise of his glass, the swish of the rose champagne inside. Time stopped at this moment. It moved slower each time it had replayed in his mind. It throbbed and pounded his head. As the clank of glass erupted throughout the hall, a flash of light had grown blinding. The once magnificent scene had turned into ash valley. The faint sirens of the water trucks and policeman had rung from a distance. Ash had bellowed from the once beautiful scene. The pillars had collapsed underneath the impact. Debris and dust had loitered the premise. The flames burned deeper into the landscape. Sparks had led to the structures collapsing, the walls were blown inward and the ceiling collapsing down on the unfortunate souls. A flash of red had madded with the once fierce red hair he so much despised. Bloodshot his eyes grew. A pillar of entrapped him to the ground. The smoke had burned his nostrils and set his eyes ablaze. The lump bodies that lay to his side. As hills of ashes in the dark underworld. Looking to his side as the wetness burned his cheeks, the cracking of his lips and blurriness of his vision, the most disturbing sight was yet to come. Lay silent still that spiteful man, face stretched and cut by shards of glass. The direction of his pupils and inverted skull that skin hung steadily from. The burns with scratches that carved deep into his skin. The worst part was not the seeing- but the feeling of release. The feeling that they had all received what they had deserved.
The hot candle wax ran down the side of menora. The soft cracks of the firewood popped against the steel bars of the fireplace. The dim room and faint smell of chestnut lingered about. The branches tapped against the window pane. The rain was pounding as it was that night. Staring blankly at the words before him a tall figure leaned against the doorframe.
“How long has it been…?”
“Nine months, love.”
“And… they’re gone..right..?’
“Yes.”
“...”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now you have been sitting there for a while now. Your mother is coming tomorrow. You need to be well rested.”
“Yes… I suppose you're right…”
After Jacob had managed to calm Ember to sleep, he had left to his chambers underground. Trudging down the stone steps in a spiral pattern. Moss had sprouted from the cracks and pebbles fell to the next with each step he took. The light disappeared the deeper he descended. He walked through the tunnels hunched over due to the inward shape of the ceiling. The loose setting of the brick for the wall had begun to deteriorate. Hoisting open the old chamber door, it scraped against the rocks and pebbles. Approaching a large table towards the back of the room. Setting the small amount of light next to a stack of papers his eyes fell on the map before him. Various blueprints and sketches. Ingredients and materials for formulating explosives and mini-grenades. Weapons of all sorts hung from the walls and bullets in carcasses along the shelves. Specifically in the middle of the pinboard was a rough sketch of the famous Buckingham Palace. Next to that was a smaller sketch of multiple grenades pinned to different sections of the palace. Jacob sat on the stool and pushed his hair back from his eyes. He figured he would remain contempt with this for now.
OOga this was just a little draft I had whipped up, so some parts are a little rushed and others are just not explained enough. But I plan on expanding on it :)
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