Prompt 6 - Missing and Forgotten / CLOSED

[Syd March]

[cocoa]

Akuji - no, it was Deirdre - that missed the light, ever so dearly. Akuji, her pink side, had long become numb to it. But Deirdre continued to suffer every day, every hour, every waking minute. Her sorrow was so soul-sucking that for many days of the year, she was silent and seemingly gone to the world. With the light, Deirdre had been forgotten herself by Akuji, and everyone else with it. All because of the loss of light.

Deirdre had once been someone of strength and light, herself. Everyone always looked to Akuji and expected her to be the bubbly one, but that had always been farther from the case. Akuji had always been dry, sarcastic, and empty on all levels: it was had landed them in this mess. Deirdre, on the other hand, thrived on the light reflecting off her dark face, lived and bounced off of the happiness that radiated from her friends. Every day, she would drag Akuji out the door to spend time with her closest people. Together, they would make art and spread it into the world. Deirdre was once joy: the stars on her pelt radiated with such brilliance that Akuji was often a side note in her story, a musty twin head-sister with a dry humor and drier life.

It was a little thing Akuji had done, a word learned from too many hours browsing the internet at night while Deirdre slept. She'd said it at a party. In that moment her planet's law was broken, the curse - that they shall never see light again - was enacted, and Deirdre was dragged along by noose Akuji had tied around their necks.

Akuji didn't worry too much about their curse. But Deirdre was broken, for the places they walked were empty of friendly faces, and devoid of sunlight. And so, Deirdre was shaved away, until most days her face hung shrouded by her hair while Akuji sat, empty and emotionless as ever.

With so much silence to ponder in after being plagued with noise all her life, Akuji found it within herself to feel regret, to wonder why she had done it. She had no answer to that question that she would ask herself, day-in, day-out, and as Deirdre hung her head, Akuji remembered the light that once glowed in those purple eyes. Akuji had been so empty her entire life that she had never paused to think of consequences. She had been so empty that even the strictest of rules of her society had been so easily, emotionlessly crossed.

In those moments, Akuji missed Deirdre, with what little part of a heart she seemed to have. She would look up at the dim stars and feel the whip of wind against her face and think of what was missing. Akuji didn't think the world could ever forget Deirdre, even as she walked alongside a walking memory every day, and her doubts wore away at her conviction. Akuji wondered if she would ever find what was missing within herself, and why, even as tragedy struck, the life within herself still seemed dead.

Akuji had all the time in the world for her thoughts. So she got up on her feet and walked through yet another cursed portal to yet another cursed land, and let one last whisper of a thought creep through her mind, one that plagued her with such a flash of pain and sorrow it could have been from Deirdre herself,

why .

[578 words]

[loveanchor]

A beautiful silver kalon with gorgeous, lime-colored eyes gazes at her feet, pulling her ears back. "What I miss...?" she murmurs to herself. She then lets out a deep, sorrowful sigh.

"Kalons as a whole don't tend to realize my position." She shakes her head. "I'm very wealthy, very powerful. I'm the daughter of a man who owns several companies..." She pauses to let out a sigh.

"...and I have this ridiculous power... I can't control it... and it makes me hate myself more and more..." Her soft, soothing voice trails off into a quiet, inaudible murmur.

"I'm sure you've read fictional stories--usually romance--about kalons with the ability to make anyone fall in love with them. They're rightfully put into a position of discomfort..." She lifts her head to gaze into Archeron's dark eyes. "...but they always have someone who is unaffected by their powers... and they can finally find happiness..." She shuts her eyes slowly, her thick eyelashes gleaming through the darkness, reflecting off the light emitting from Archeron's halo. "For me, it isn't just romantic love. Everyone loves me in some way." She lets out another deep, sorrowful sigh.

She opens her eyes. The lime gleams through the darkness, as if it was persistent to maintain its almost neon glow. "I'm sure you can feel it, too... some glimmer of fondness in your heart." She shakes her head. "It makes me want to force you to hate me..." A faint snarl rumbles from the back of her throat. She stops talking for a while.

"I used to think it was because people wanted my money. I used to believe that everyone was selfish and I was the only one who deserved my wealth and power...

"It turns out my father has the same ability, and he used it to reach his high position. He told me one day, after I asked him why people wanted my power, why people followed me and pretended to love me. I broke down about it." The silver kalon lifts her paws and covers her face, holding back tears.

"You know, it's weird..." she whispers, then inhales. "I miss something I've never... had before..." She lets out a soft laugh, then shakes her head to catch her breath yet again. "I miss not having this ability..."

She paused to think. "It looks like so much fun... not to be swarmed by people who love you for no reason..." She smiles. "I, on the other hand, can be as rude as I want and I'll still be adored. It's painful. I just want people to leave me alone." She shakes her head and sighs. "I doubt you have anything here for me, though. After all, there's nothing you can do about a power someone was born with."

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[elliott.]

res.
misses his mom.

[kittykore]

aethelwine self consciously brushed her hair behind her ear, "what do i miss...?" she thought for a second before tears formed in her eyes. "well, i...really miss my brother, he got kicked out of my house when he was sixteen. he was a "problem child", or so my parents told me. he never came back and i haven't been able to contact him or see him in years, i was so young when he left and no one knows where he is." wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her knitted sweater she looked towards the stranger flushed, "i'm sorry, i haven't really talked about this with anyone in so long, my parent's refused to speak about him, it's been like six years now. he was a really good person who helped anyone, he got in a fight with some kids and the police took him home in the back of their cop car. so my parent's kicked him out because this happened so often, they were embarrassed of the cops constantly bringing him home so they kicked him out with nothing but the clothes on his back." she twirled her short hair around her finger before looking towards the night sky, "i think i'm gonna try even harder to look for him, i have no idea where he would even be, it's worth a shot though right? thank you for this, i really needed to get all of this off my chest since no ones brought this up in forever."

[Chickpea]

[Breado]

I remember how you used to read me stories my father wrote. I was so excited to hear them, once, twice, a hundred more times, and I would still cheer for the hero and still get mad at the villain did a bad thing even though I knew how it would end.
I wish I could hear your voice again. Hear those stories that I have now almost completely forgotten, safe for the one about the little fox finding his home after getting lost in the deep, dark forest. That one is still my favorite of them all. I guess some things never change, huh?
And how you sang me all those songs with your beautiful voice... I just wish I could hear you again, mom.

And I wish I could hear you make up and act out some new scary story at the campfire. Not gonna lie, now that I think about it most of them were stupid little snippets of some ordinary thing, but dad... you made it look so scary back then, you were amazing at this! And I remember how mom always used to scowl at you and tell you to stop because it was scaring me. But of course, I always wanted to hear the ends of them.
I wish I could play role with you just one more time.

I never forgot what happened that day. The day we went to visit the Kamrann forest. The day I lost both of you.
Don't worry though. Bihac is taking good care of me, and I'm taking care of him as well. I wish you could meet him; I know he might be scary at first, with his furless body, big eyes and sharp, long claws, but... he's like a brother to me. And I bet you'd like him too!

I know revenge won't bring you back, but... I won't rest until I've found the monster that took you two away from me. A life for two; not really fair, but it'll be enough for me.

Thank you for being there for me while you could.

[Baylin]

"What I wouldnt give to forge one more sword with my master..."


Jiro// other character is not a kalon
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[Tanjiro]

"Well, to be honest, I don't miss the past. I was so miserable back then." Ken rolled her eyes at the thought of it before sighing. "I do miss one thing though. Being reckless teenagers, we were so carefree. Now we're all settled down as adults. That's not exactly a bad thing, but I do miss those moments."

"I do still party & attend social events, don't get me wrong. I'm not boring," Ken muttered as she nervously ran a hand through her hair, "it's just that the excitement isn't there anymore. Like, we used to climb to the roofs of house & talk about the mysteries of the universe. Stuff like that, ya know? We don't do things like that anymore. We don't think we're invincible anymore, so we tread carefully now. I don't blame them, I'm like that too. Uhmm, let me sit real quick," she said as she falls into the soft couch behind her. Ken lets out a breath of relief as she stretches her legs outwards towards Acheron, "ahhh that's nice. My legs were hurting haha."


"Anyways, what was I on about? Oh! I know I said I missed those moments, but don't worry about me now! I'm still grieving what we've lost, but I have accepted it. I mean, if I were put into a situation like that now, I don't think I would have enjoyed it as much as I did back then. I was VERY reckless back then & I'm glad I have matured from that."

[fuiuki]

Pawing at his transparent chest, Toby felt into his soul. Yes, something felt like it was missing.

Was it a cog? Something definitely felt off in there, like... a void of sorts. Something missing. Something not quite right. But no, if it was a cog, he wouldn't have been functioning as flawlessly as he was.

As some had theorised, both with good intentions and with bad ones, was it a soul? Was he missing a soul in that machinery of his? Magic did sustain his existence after all, along with the gears and pistons and clockwork inside him. But no, in the worlds he'd visited where souls were much more tangible and measurable, he'd shown signs of a soul. He was alive and that was of no question.

Perhaps... a heart? A (figurative) light went off in his head. Perhaps he was missing a heart? He'd heard many worlds and many civilizations call emotions and connection something different from the soul. You could move, make decisions, and talk, all with the help of a soul, but without a heart you'd have no connections with other souls, no desire to do good, no empathy and care. You could make decisions, but had no desires. Hmm... this didn't seem entirely accurate for his situation. It was close though, he could feel it. Suddenly it dawned on him.

"I'm missing... friends. Connections. Relationships with other people of any kind. I travel alone, and I meet many new souls on my travels, but I'm always gonna end up alone again in the end, leaving behind the people I've gotten to know. Perhaps... what I'm missing isn't a heart, but rather a use for it."