The story
Of Air and Feathers
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"I was born to a nightmare and a dream." he said,
"I am a child born on lies, passion and hope.
To a nightmare and a dream.
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The birth of Null was a very curious decision. No one could understand why a couple such as them wanted to be together, never mind have a child who stood between the boundaries of his fathers family and his mothers as well. They both were on either side of these boundaries themselves, and yet didn't think about this as they brought a life into this world. A little budding prince who smiled at the worst and never let tears show. Hope.
A nightmare and a dream told to hate each other since the very beginning brought hope into the world. You could say this was a Romeo and Juliet sort of story, but it goes shredding much deeper than that. It wasn't like there was a rule against there love but there was a set of unspoken laws. Unspoken agreements that no one should break, and at the top of it all was to never become infatuated with one on the other side. But oh, they hadn't become just infatuated, they took it to the next level. They made their infatuation, their carnal lust, and caged love into a life.
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A light cooing noise filled the air. Over simple, silent forests with their complicated visions of life moving around them soft noises rose. His small eyes opened for the first few times, after the blear had left them, to see such a vast world in front of him, so cruel and kind at the same time. Round red eyes staring up out of curiosity. Into the gazes of the voices he'd herd ever since he was in the womb. He let his tiny paws raise needily, only small squeaks escaping his mouth from confusion and a need for warmth.
The moment itself was warm. They stared at their child gently, surrounded by the shadows of the trees. Hopes and dreams racing through their minds. But their was a growing tainted feeling within them that came with this fragile child. A tainted feeling that would only grow.
She had pulled him close to her, lightly licking his small, round face. Brushing off his wight hair from his eyes and just staring. It wasn't easy to resist the smile that twitched onto her face as she looked at him. "It was supposed to be a girl," his father finally said after much thought, his voice not soft, not sweet. Yet full of shallow distance that he hid well. She gazed at him for a moment, barely. Holding him close she sighed, raising her son to her mates face. "Yes... but isn't he precious?" With his son shoved close to his face he couldn't help admitting he had grown an instant fondness for the little thing, as soon as he layed his eyes on him. "Yes, darling," He said as he watched the baby fuss when he was layed back down. "So what shall we call him?" He was wight just like his beautiful mother yet looked almost nothing like her, at least in pattern. He held her fragile, gentle features like all were a gene easily attained.
"Null..?" His fathers voice rose quietly. And she repeated. "Null?" She blinked at him out of curiosity. "Yes, Null. You know, it means unreal, imaginary. And he's like the treasure that shows that we Nulled the laws that pushed us apart from each other." She blinked again, surprised gaze shining. "Yes. Null," he herd her voice repeated confidently. Her smile grew much wider than you'd think possible, only making her more of a sight to see. Hey eyes grazed the cooing child who now had turned onto his side, and was all curled up into an adorable little baby ball. With her grin only growing she let her eyes light up with pure excitement. "Null," she breathed and he nodded, letting her body lean against his as she carefully watched their child.
Null.
---- This child
"Mama!" The little creature ran towards his mother with big, thumping steps that fallowed after him with no elegance. Even though the little creature itself ran like he was a butterfly, adorning the ground with it's beauty in each, thumping loud step. He ran and jumped against his mothers arm, smiling joyfully. "Mama!" Watching his beautiful mother stumble, almost fall back with surprise little Null smiled lightly. "I'm happy you're here mama!" He was a child, though he knew the words sorry well, he found other, loving ways to say it. After all, when you keep saying 'i'm sorry' for yourself ever existing, over and over again you find yourself avoiding the word at time.
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Wipppp-
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I am unsociable to all.
"My parents do this out of courtesy.
I was born on lies, passion and hope. I am a hopeful child named after hopelessness.
They loved me but as the years go.. it edges away. When I was born their was little there. Little discomfort, hatred of their only child but it grew in mere days. Every second dripping away, thinking of me.
Soft thoughts becoming sour. Useless ideas become hatred. Gentle moments invisible.
I want to be perfect so you'll stop hating me.
