Too bad that on his planet ‘death’ didn’t mean ‘end’.
He had left the only one that had decided to stay at his side.
They had followed him after death too.
Too bad he had ended up alone anyway.
He deserves it, at the end.
He knows that.
He was an horrible person, while alive, and the brief moment of his life that he has felt love wasn’t enough: nor to heal him, nor to fill him, nor to save him.
And now, now, he has his sin marked on his own body.
{ It’s your turn now }
Hydroi, a male water-alien already too used to his species after life (a foggy useless limbo), traced those letters, at this point made of scar tissue, on his collarbones.
The young pirate has had them since he had woken up in that place: his personal gift from the Death.
He couldn’t stop a sigh every time he, conscious or not, has repeated that gesture.
Those letters weren’t enough compared to the number of his victims and he couldn’t believe that they were his only punishment.
That day, if it was possible to give time a setting once you have died, the man was watching the fog of after life with more curiosity than usual: the view from his ship was normal to change but not the haze.
For a few moments, Hydroi thought that the change of light was the cause, since in that world a pale imitation of the star that eradiated his original planet was present, but it never caused such variation in the mist’s color.
The pirate slightly tilted his head.
His empty white eyes fixed on the purplish tone of the phenomenon in front and around him.
He had noticed that the change wasn’t very extended but as it was there just be noticeable for him.
He was , of course, alone on his ship so he couldn’t ask for another opinion.
At a certain point he has thought of taking his telescope to have a better look but he felt immensely stupid for no reasons and decided to just rely on his eyes: he has got plenty of time to analyze it, after all.
Deeply sighing, the boy leaned on the bulwark.
-Is it becoming more purple?
He lazily thought not moving his gaze.
And he was right.
Something, like a swirl every moment more darker of purple, was starting to take form a few metres from his ship, above the sea right in front of him.
The air was getting colder and the general atmosphere was getting gloomier, only making the pirate to frown a little.
-You…
An incorporeal voice echoed.
-I’ve chosen you.
The voice added while a figure was appearing from the now deep purple swirl.
-You will be my bride.
It echoed again, a man now visible in black vaporous robes, half hiding his face under the cape.
-Not to be breared of bad realities
Hydroi started after a few moments, looking at the stranger more annoyed than surprised by what was happening.
-But don’t you realize that this is insane?
Here it is.
Another titanic idea that will develop slower than a snail...
As usual, pinterest's prompts are my best buddies but this time more than usual: i used the prompt about placing a story in 24 hours of them same day (prompt X) and then i'm going to use a prompt for each hour (prompt 0 to 24)
This time i'm back at writing for medical reasons aka the main reason why i keep the blog
I feel a bit more satisfated with my english than other times and i'm going to edit/fix older works👌
Wish me luck
p.s. if interested in my ocs i'll be very glad to talk about them
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