Absolute child,, so many ideas for their further development
[NR] Heterochromia
[S] Shine, Hair
[C] Tail, Fur
Put on you mask
Fresh and clean
Put on your mask
So they don't see
Put on a mask
So they can't find your fears
Put on a mask
A great show for the years
Put on a mask
At the end of the day
I drowned. A gasp for breath as I was dragged under but only water filled my lungs, it was a futile struggle against the uncompromising tide. Oh so cold it was, a heart wrenching frozen hand dancing over my skin, a cruel whisper from the deep ocean in my ear. Perhaps my mind wavered or my heart just let out, but I let my body go lax and sink into the dark unknown. I was dragged deeper and deeper, the further I sunk the more pressure that weighed down on me, a tight hug of a serpent pulling me to my grave.
"CUT!!", the director bellowed into the megaphone. Quickly rising from the constructed pool I shivered a little as the air rushed over my face. With a warm smile my assistant put a towel over my head as I was wrenched from the pool. "Another good day's work boss", they said in delight, giving a small nod in reply. I patted the remaining droplets off my hair, then lazily walked back to my personal caravan. Opening the door I slumped down into the plush sofa, closing my eyes for a second as I remember the all encapsulating suffocation I had just felt.
A blessing and a curse. To get so lost in a character, in a moment, in a play, one couldn't differentiate reality from fiction. From a young child this ability was present, to become immersed in a world not real, to become a completely different person to oneself, to get so lost that it was hard to find your real self. A strong ability it was, earning them the title of the film emperor. People were mesmerized by their ability to delve into a character, truly bringing them to life. Little did they know this actually brought no joy to its actor instead it was a great source of distress.
To get so lost in a character, a world, another existence, they now had a hard time distinguishing between reality and fiction. A blessing? Nao could not call it that. When a character died he experienced the heart wrenching pain of dying too. A character lost a loved one, he had to experience the same grief and sadness they did. A young love could make his heart flutter, but the fluttering was not his own. None of those emotions were his, they were merely a figment of a dream that he acted in.
A curse, Nao would describe it as. A curse that made one so lost, they lost themself. Lost themself in the hate, the happiness, the sadness of one who was not them. Lost in a world much better, much worse, even identical to their own, but it was not theirs in the end. Lost. He was simply lost in the play and couldn't escape.
An allure
The allure of an immortal creature
It picks at the soul
An unknowing game of Tic Tac Toe
A chessboard it itself does not know
Choosing a soul
Becoming a soul
Yet it gets too lost in a soul
Unable to pick it's part out of the game
But the immortal creature keeps going
Despite the woes
The sadness
The pain
Because in its mind somewhere
It really knows
The allure
The allure of the life of another soul
[NR] Heterochromia
[S] Shine, Hair
[C] Tail, Fur
Put on you mask
Fresh and clean
Put on your mask
So they don't see
Put on a mask
So they can't find your fears
Put on a mask
A great show for the years
Put on a mask
At the end of the day
I drowned. A gasp for breath as I was dragged under but only water filled my lungs, it was a futile struggle against the uncompromising tide. Oh so cold it was, a heart wrenching frozen hand dancing over my skin, a cruel whisper from the deep ocean in my ear. Perhaps my mind wavered or my heart just let out, but I let my body go lax and sink into the dark unknown. I was dragged deeper and deeper, the further I sunk the more pressure that weighed down on me, a tight hug of a serpent pulling me to my grave.
"CUT!!", the director bellowed into the megaphone. Quickly rising from the constructed pool I shivered a little as the air rushed over my face. With a warm smile my assistant put a towel over my head as I was wrenched from the pool. "Another good day's work boss", they said in delight, giving a small nod in reply. I patted the remaining droplets off my hair, then lazily walked back to my personal caravan. Opening the door I slumped down into the plush sofa, closing my eyes for a second as I remember the all encapsulating suffocation I had just felt.
A blessing and a curse. To get so lost in a character, in a moment, in a play, one couldn't differentiate reality from fiction. From a young child this ability was present, to become immersed in a world not real, to become a completely different person to oneself, to get so lost that it was hard to find your real self. A strong ability it was, earning them the title of the film emperor. People were mesmerized by their ability to delve into a character, truly bringing them to life. Little did they know this actually brought no joy to its actor instead it was a great source of distress.
To get so lost in a character, a world, another existence, they now had a hard time distinguishing between reality and fiction. A blessing? Nao could not call it that. When a character died he experienced the heart wrenching pain of dying too. A character lost a loved one, he had to experience the same grief and sadness they did. A young love could make his heart flutter, but the fluttering was not his own. None of those emotions were his, they were merely a figment of a dream that he acted in.
A curse, Nao would describe it as. A curse that made one so lost, they lost themself. Lost themself in the hate, the happiness, the sadness of one who was not them. Lost in a world much better, much worse, even identical to their own, but it was not theirs in the end. Lost. He was simply lost in the play and couldn't escape.
An allure
The allure of an immortal creature
It picks at the soul
An unknowing game of Tic Tac Toe
A chessboard it itself does not know
Choosing a soul
Becoming a soul
Yet it gets too lost in a soul
Unable to pick it's part out of the game
But the immortal creature keeps going
Despite the woes
The sadness
The pain
Because in its mind somewhere
It really knows
The allure
The allure of the life of another soul
