[capone]

markin

[SilentMelody]

username + ID: SilentMelody + 707008
Kalon name:
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[Maringue]

username + ID: Maringue 677846
Kalon name:
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WIP

[Jochedo]

mark

[elf_of_the_hollow]

username & id. elf_of_the_hollow / 352032 ||| kalon name. time ||| prompt. [ 650 / 1000 ] ||| extra. playlist - time eternal



drip. drip. drip.

gentle rainfall echoes through the mouth of a cave, rousing the large beast from their heavy slumber. their paw
outstretches reflexively, as if pushing away already fading dreams. their mouth opens wide in a yawn, showing off
sharp teeth that glint in barely present sunlight, filtered through clouds and the cave's own wide maw. heavy
footfall joins the rain in echoes as they start to lumber towards the exit, still shaking off sleep.

they do not know how long they've been asleep. they never know how long. the world has changed dramatically
around them, unrecognizable from when they laid to sleep. a large, twisting sycamore tree with brilliant orange
leaves stands tall in front of the cave entrance, it's trunk wider than one would think possible, hundreds of years
old and absent before their slumber. it draws their eyes for only a moment. they had long since grown used to
change. the world moved quickly around them, or perhaps they just moved too slow. it didn't matter either way to
them. they could not survive without it.

the rain cleared, the echoes of it's gentle downpour slowly fading to a stop. their ears twitched as silence set in.
that they had grown used to as well. the silence became them. they could not recall the last time they had spoken.
they wondered if perhaps they never had. it was so difficult to try and remember anything so small, so
inconsequential; and yet their mind often drifted to such things when the silence set in. there was little else to
consider.

the air in the cave felt dense, humid. their breath hung stagnant in the air in front of them. the sky darkened
outside, heavy clouds rolling in, the world starting to quicken around them as they continued to shake off sleep.
they had seen their fair share of storms over the eons, it shouldn't be anything to remark upon - but they had
always been transfixed by such things. how nature continued to move without them, without permission or
agreement. it was something they had in common.

it was difficult to remember a time when they didn't exist, if there ever had been. it was harder to recall one
where they were made to live by the whims of others. sometimes they felt that, perhaps, this was a shame. that
they had so little tying them to this world. the thought wouldn't stick long in their mind, though. no thought ever
did.

heavy rainfall began to echo through the cave now, replacing the gentle rain from earlier, and pulling them from
their mind. brilliant light cracked outside, thunder following closely behind, their ears pricked high in the direction
from which it came. their mind went quiet as they watched the storm roll by, every shower of lightning catching
their eyes. they sat still for a long while, though when they finally moved they could not recall how long it had
been. the storm hadn't yet rolled through, the moon now high before them as stars glittered in a deep violet
expanse behind ever darkening clouds.

they turned their attention back into the cave, moonlight briefly washing down over their massive form as they
stood to head in. they felt themselves growing tired, weary, with each step now. how long they must have spent
admiring the storm that they had grown so tired again. they made their way much deeper in than before now,
certain to get to higher ground as they noticed the water that began to pool at the cave's mouth.

they settled into a pile on the cold, stone floor, their eyes catching glimpses of the storm that still raged on outside.
when they woke again it would be long over, they knew. such a shame they could not watch it from start to finish.
perhaps when they woke again there would be another like it.

[Kyar]

username + ID: Kyar 320861
kalon name: Asmoriel
prompt: 997 words

"Fairies, fairies, fairies. They've never done us a lick of good, have they?"

Asmoriel watched the drifting lights fade from the distance, apparently aware enough that he wasn't a viable target anymore. Not to be taunted, lured, tempted, not to be tricked or bargained with. They'd already snapped his wish from the crisp evening air, a fresh apple from the tree, and bit in deep for a good bit of fun against him that, unfortunately, would last a good deal more than a lifetime.

But one had to keep their composure at times like this, given the circumstances. He had a lot more living to do, and there was no point letting it end in misery.

"I miss your smile," he sighed, tilting his head back to rest against the cold of the tombstone, the faint crunch of stone that'd aged more readily than he had. "But coming back here reminds me more of your life than your death." His hands drifted through the thick grasses, pulling them away from the base of the stone.

"Funny thing, isn't it? Making a wish? You think no one's listening, and then..."

His voice drifted off, muted for the chorus of early morning insects. The sun was beginning to rise.

--

Their love had grown in the springtime, as they planted the fields together. They'd run for miles to dive into hidden rivers, far from the prying eyes of the townsfolk who saw evil in the kind of love they had. Two bright young souls, two shining young stars, two fated hearts who just happened to be men. Their true sin was secrecy, though the consequence of treachery came not from their families, nor the church, as expected, but the pesky little fairy who overheard one ill-timed wish.

"If you dive you won't come up," Kas had shouted, his bright grin gleaming in the lush glen's light. He rested, bare-chested, on a slab of rock outcropping that hung over the pool, looking up to his cheeky lover who'd scaled the higher face of stone in an emboldened attempt to impress him.

"That's what you think!" Asmoriel challenged, positioning himself against the narrow ledge he'd finally managed, turning full around to face his opponent: the still-surfaced pool below.

"I can't save you," Kas warned. "I'm much too tired."

"Good thing I won't be in need of saving." Gathering his resolve, a wave of teen-headedness took the reins and thrust him from his perch, diving in a haphazard arch for the few seconds it took before he collided, flat-faced, with the water. The slap would have been audible for miles, had Kas's laughter not overtaken it in a hooting roar.

In spite, he hovered just a moment too long below the surface, just long enough for him to hear, through the muffling of the pool, that the laughter subsided. Then he burst upward with a graceful flip of his hair, though only so graceful when the red began to set in across the whole of his front.

"Don't scare me like that," Kas rolled his eyes, sliding across his seat to offer his lover a hand. Asmoriel gripped tightly and met his eyes just long enough—"No!"

The cry of protest rang on deaf ears, perhaps from the collision with the water, as the spectator was pulled in as well. The two tangled with one another in a race for the shore, but found themselves hand in hand on the higher ledge before any time at all, leaping in with a harmonious holler, in the same movement, together.

As afternoon turned to the hints of evening, the two, out of breath, collapsed on the lightly warm stone, side by side. Kas shook his shaggy hair into Asmoriel's face, and the latter squeezed his own longer locks out over Kas's stomach. Their laughter finally subsided as the first hint of fireflies took to the air, flashing overhead in courting lights.

"I wish our love could last forever," Asmoriel whispered, turning his head to Kas. Kas's own face was fixed upward, the lights of the insects flashing back in his eyes.

"It will," he promised, finally turning his gaze. They grinned at one another, and shared a cold-lipped kiss. Still wet from their swimming, it could've been more pleasant, but the sentiment was there.

What a fleeting moment, when coded in memory. Just a simple thing. But not every light that hung over their dear little heads was a firefly, and when the fairy heard it whispered, their wish came true.

--

The sun crested the treetops with a lazy sort of golden, the kind of forgettable morning that passed so often with few commemorative snapshots to immortalize it. Maybe it was just that all sunsets, sunrises, felt a little the same these days. It took something particularly remarkable to imprint on a memory when he was the immortal one.

"If I could get away with a wish now, I'd wish you were the one who'd wished it," Asmoriel chuckled, tracing dirt from the grooves of the worn name. "I'm tired of no one laughing at my jokes. At least you'd still be funny."

His eyes turned upward as the birds called around him, the typical first visitors back to make their rounds. It was the old part of the cemetery, where nearly every worn name had been lost to generations, to time. Even with his upkeep, Kas's imprint was fading. Someday, he'd be sitting against a slab of faceless stone. Once, that thought would've troubled him. But for all the fairies took, keeping him alive while his true love carried on mortal, they gave back in the most vivid memories.

The faces of his parents, siblings, friends, all had faded as decades turned to centuries. But fresh in his mind, sturdy as the oldest trees, timeless as the mountains, was the laughter, the beauty, the love of his life.

"I've got so much to tell you," Asmoriel whispered, breathing in deeply the fresh morning air.

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Sigur Rós - Varúð
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[quiche cat!]

username + ID:

quiche cat! + 430690
kalon name:

winnie
extra:

art by me
prompt:

life is small. immeasurable. inscrutable. just like winnie.

he's as tiny as a thumbnail, but his wisdom is beyond imagination. he drifts on the breeze, rides atop raindrops on petals, and basks in the sun on hot pebbles. his long life is full of so many experiences, so many emotions, and so many people. winnie simply lives to, well, live.

it isn't accurate to say he doesn't have a care in the world; rather, he's decided that there is no use in stressing about the present, when he has so much future ahead of him. eternity, really. that's what immortality teaches you.

many are surprised upon finding out that winnie can no longer see. he does everything with such sure decisiveness that it truly is hard to believe that the small creature is blind. it is not an obstacle; on the contrary, winnie believes that after having seen all there is to see in the world, fate granted him another chance to experience it all over again, with a different perspective. now he can pinpoint a tulip a mile away just by its scent, or hear a soft feather hit the gravel beside him. his whiskers worked perfectly as feelers for unknown areas, though he hardly used them at all. it was far more entertaining to trip over a divet in the road than to feel it ahead of time and tiptoe over it.

his favorite things to hear are heartbeats. it can tell so much about a creature. fast and frightened; fluttering and anxious; slow and calm; steady and slumbering. it tells him a lot about how his conversation partner is feeling, or even how a nearby being is reacting to their own troubles and feats.

winnie provides his wisdom only to those who ask for it, and truly need it. otherwise, what fun would life be if he gave everyone all the answers? surely, he didn't know them all, himself. but he did know a lot of them. and he was happy to share with those who were straying from their paths; those who were ready for change, even if it meant abandoning the ways of life that they once knew.

of course, finding winnie was no easy feat. in fact, it was winnie who would come find you-- not the other way around. perhaps you were simply thinking of what your future holds. he might pop by to pay you a visit, just for the heck of it. sometimes you wouldn't even know. he'd sit in the windowsill, still and observant, as you went about your day. such a small presence couldn't be felt, but it didn't need to be. he existed for no one, and yet, for everyone. no words needed to be spoken. he was just along for the ride, apart of everyone's lives. if YOU tripped and fell over that divet in the road, he would help you up if you asked nicely. otherwise, he would watch you get up, all on your own. a proud moment for a creature older than time.

maybe one day, winnie will be watching you. be it on your worst day, or your best, he'll smile at the life that you live, special and unique and with its many, many flaws. and he will stand by the fact that your flaws are beautiful, whatever they may be, because they don't define you.

ultimately, life is small. immeasurable. inscrutable.

just like winnie.

[Ucanthandleme]

username + ID: Ucanthandleme + 809102
Kalon name: Amara "deathless and immortal"
prompt:

I long for the immortal fruit
A life that carries on
Time will not take me
Sickness will not break me
The immortal fruit of time
I will watch as death
Patters past me
Unable to take my hand
I will watch as night goes to day
As the world continues again
Those I love
Had long since passed
A lonely life I wait
The longed for immortal
Was just a curse
When only you await
Life is death
But I cannot have it
My life was taken away
So we all dream
Dream about the life I long for
Under the wisteria tree



Why do you torture yourself so? These words are spoken far too many times to count. Why? Amara wondered this often too. Why he, an immortal who had surpassed even death, tortured himself so. He was a lively and smart child, one who knew no fear of pain, his twin brother was quite the opposite, born sickly, spending each moment struggling to survive. He loved his brother, as his brother too loved him, they are simply two halves of a whole their parents would say. His brother loved the wisteria tree that grew in their backyard, so with his little arms he'd lift his brother to watch, watch the purple curtain of petals rain down.

One winter though his brother's sickness took hold with a deathly grip, Amara couldn't bear seeing their brother like this so like a child went in search of the immortal medicine they had heard about. He did not find it. And he lost his brother too. His brother, constantly waiting under the wisteria tree, for a brother who never came back. To make matters worse it wasn't the sickness that took his life either, instead it was his own parents, who couldn't stand watching him in such pain. They didn't think about his pain.

His whole became a half, his parents became the ones who took away his better part and he, he who stumbled to the door with the immortal medicine, wept in front of the wisteria tree. Like a child he bawled, because he had already taken the medicine. Too excited for the eternal life they'd have together, only to spend an eternal life apart. From then on he wandered, searched for a way to end the immortal curse and join his other half once again. He went to many places, met many people but all he could think of was his brother waiting under the shower of the purple wisteria tree.

By the time he realized his search was futile many centuries had past. His parents had had more children and those children had children too. He couldn't help but imagine, if he and his brother had lived, they would already have children of their own, playing under the wisteria tree together. He would watch and dream a constant torture of what could have been only for the lonely reality to be the truth. What was life, life was death of a better part, a lost thing that could not be held, moments he could only watch, longing for the shadow of the wisteria tree.



Under the wisteria tree.
Under the wisteria tree, a new baby was brought into life. A sharp cry through the fluttering petals, the blossoming of life had begun.
Under the wisteria tree, a toddler took their first steps below the tree. A great feat, then a great fall, mud caking their limbs but a smile was still on their face.
Under the wisteria tree, a young child climbed its branches. Higher and higher, until they too could touch the clouds like the tree.
Under the wisteria tree, a teen carved their heart into the trunk. A heart forever, carved into one's very soul, a wishful eternity of love.
Under the wisteria tree, a kiss of a lover, tracing the names of the trunk. Perhaps this was the love they were looking for a love that would last forever.
Under the wisteria tree, a woman wept, her love had departed but a new soul was left. Crying to the heavens, the branches folded down.
Under the wisteria tree, laughter of a baby, an aged woman and a song. Content was this moment, the love was not dead, the life was still there
Under the wisteria tree, an old woman in her chair, back and forth back and forth. The children's laughter hummed with the wind.
Under the wisteria tree, desperate cries yet smiles, the old woman's time ran out. Hidden by the purple curtain, a petal falling down.
Under the wisteria tree, I could see it all.

(776/1000)

[Broccoli_Bento]

username + ID: Broccoli_Bento // 965616
Kalon name: Aloy
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"Aloy... Aloy... wake up..."

The young girl's voice pulled Aloy from their slumber on the couch, stirring a bit before rolling their head to look at the girl.

"Mr. Aloy, today's the day you promised me you would teach me how to use my powers."

Aloy turned back around, attempting to ignore the girl.

"Hey! No going back to sleep, it's already noon!", she softly pounded her fists on Aloy's back.

"Ugh.... fine, go get the book I keep on the top shelf, the purple one.", they sat up, adjusting their hoodie, pulling off the hood and letting their hair fall to their shoulders.

The girl gleefully raced to the large bookcase in the other room, Aloy following in their own slowed pace and watched her as she carefully slid the rolling ladder over to be adjacent to the special book.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like Elise? I promised your sister I'd teach her how to use her powers and she's just getting the tome for me.", Aloy shrugged, taking the mug prepared for them from the young adult before taking a sip.

"Tali, get down from there and let me get the book. This 'old man' over here doesn't seem to think about the fact that that book weighs five pounds, which is too much for you to carry while on the ladder."

"But I'm stronger now!"

"Since when? Last night you dropped a stack of plates."

"Fine..."

Aloy chuckled into their coffee as the sisters swapped places, and soon the tome was retrieved and firmly placed in their paw. The three of them walked into the living room where they all were seated in their respectful lounge chairs.

"Okay, let's first see what we're dealing with..."

Aloy took in a deep breath, closing their eyes and tilting their head downwards, preparing their mind to look into Tali's future.

____________________

Born with the rare gift of foresight, Aloy was appointed the grand duty of helping those in need by seeing their future or one that could come to pass lest they make the changes to alter such a potential future.
The first few years Aloy felt like they were fulfilling good deeds for others and helped a great many, but after a while they grew tired of being a servant to the people across the lands and only wished to live their life like any other individual, but being a seer meant they had to live as a nomad to "help" people, but were they really helping anyone by seeing just a moment from their future?

Over time Aloy realised more and more that their "gift" was more like a curse, it was exhausting to use day in and day out, and they found themselves having to take frequent naps because of the strain it had on their mind and body.
The strain only got worse though whenever someone blamed them for the results of their vision being unsavory or unsatisfactory. It was hard being made out that it was as if it were their doing that someone's future wouldn't be what they wanted or hoped, that not all their visions were pleasant, and things only got worse when they started making mistakes with their visions.

It wasn't fair to have to live a life being blamed for things out of their control, especially as their visions weren't always clear on how far a future they were looking into, and that not all were easy to read and understand.
One day though they came across a sorceress who was said to be able to bestow and take away magical abilities, and when they asked her to rid them of their foresight the sorceress ignored their request and blessed them with the gift saying "You have a rare gift and for that I bestow upon you the gift of longevity, so that you may continue to help those in need for decades to come."
For Aloy though this was no "gift" instead was another curse they were bound to, and as such they continued to live for centuries.

For years and years Aloy's name had been passed around as a miracle bringer or one that harmed others through their visions, as if Aloy could change the future when all they could do is see it.
The gossip and rumors of Aloy grew, and through the decades to centuries became legends, all with differing aspects such as their gender, to which Aloy had gotten used to being referred by both male and female pronouns that now they prefer the genderless approach with masculine one's still being fine on occasion.

Having lived for so long at some point people forgot about "Aloy the seer" and Aloy was able to live their life however they saw fit, but from the overuse of their ability as worn them out, leaving them in a seemingly permanently tired state.
But what also came with their many years of life was knowledge, particularly that of magical abilities, now living as a recluse who on occasion helps those who know not how to control their abilities find that control.

Fow Aloy life has been a never ending meaningless walk, but not one they ever wish to stop, they just keep hoping that they'll find whatever it is that makes them feel like "This, this is what my life was truly meant to be.", and perhaps the pair of sisters they took in a few years ago are the key to them finding that, but until that happens, life is just another minute passed, another hour to another day to a year, and before you know it another century has passed.
But as long as they keep looking for that light at the end of the tunnel they are sure to find it.

____________________

Aloy opened their eyes after viewing their vision and flipped through the pages of the tome that lay in their lap, stopping at the chapter on "teleportation".

"Now, let's begin."

(999/1000)