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Diamond Eyes - Solomon Valcourt
« on: November 15, 2022, 03:48:14 AM »
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"Action may not bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action."
- William James.



Solomon Valcourt
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« Last Edit: November 17, 2022, 02:39:06 AM by Line Dog »
Active: Auguste Détourné
Semi: Dominique Courvoisier, Syolkiir Ty'Athalae
Shelved: Elrebril Galuin
Closed: Solomon Valcourt, Nicolai Bratu

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« Reply #1 on: November 15, 2022, 04:01:17 AM »
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Never had the thought crossed my mind.
This was supposed to be easy, yet it's become so painful.
Something I thought I knew.. Pain.
How wrong I was.

Though, it is different than the rest.
No matter how much it hurts.
I keep going back.
I want more.

That damn word runs around in my head like a wild animal.
Pair it with two others and I lose all sense of reason.
How pitiful.

There is much to do, much to be said.
I dare not lose hope.
There is still time.
Have faith.

But the thought remains... No matter how hard I push it away.
Washing away every bit of my confidence.
Flooding my mind.
Drowning me.






What if I fail?

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« Reply #2 on: November 17, 2022, 03:30:28 AM »
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It is easier to go down a hill,
But the view is much better from the top.
A reward to the loyal.

I am not perfect,
But I am proud of who I am.
Only I know where I've been.
So then only I know where I will go.
I will never change.

Damn those who would get in my way.
Jealous as they are.
I shall remember their names.
It will make me stronger.
Doubt is but fuel to the fire.

There is no room for failure.
Enjoy the view.
Runts.




I will succeed.
« Last Edit: December 03, 2022, 01:26:01 AM by Line Dog »
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« Reply #3 on: December 03, 2022, 01:25:10 AM »
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If I am honest.
I always knew how this would end.
I suppose I just never expected it to be so soon.
A hopeful thought.
Another scar.

Though,
With the arrival of the merciless winter.
There comes the guarantee of spring.
Sure to be brighter than the last.
The sun will rise.
Give it time.

Even though my feet are heavy,
I will lift them.
Even though my eyes are red,
I will look forward.
Even though my heart bleeds,
It will still beat.

After all,
As the saying goes.
Those who endure the most,
Are rewarded most.



Breathe.
« Last Edit: December 03, 2022, 01:28:30 AM by Line Dog »
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Re: Diamond Eyes - Solomon Valcourt
« Reply #4 on: February 09, 2023, 01:03:47 AM »

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And so, the golden heart shall beat no longer.

As much as he wished he could stay home, wrapped in the embrace of comfort that he so longed for. He knew what was needed of him, he knew that it was time to finally walk down the path that he was set on from the very beginning. A reward of acceptance awaited him at the end, the feeling of belonging that he so desired. Is this how he ever expected it to go? Not in the slightest, but he was prepared to march all the same.

The days passed by, another life taken, another bloodstain, and yet he felt the same. Marching forward so that he might earn the right to take the steps backwards. He left everything behind, but most importantly he left his heart at home, in a little box with a lock. Though, as misfortune would have it, not all locks are proven safe.

The news came, his heart was bleeding. Like a bullet to the head the thought rattled around in his skull. Every second, every minute, every hour, through the day and through his sleep, his heart was bleeding. Try as he might to stop it, the blood kept coming, pouring out through every bandage he tried to wrap around it. It was pointless, from that moment on he felt truly helpless.

There was nothing he could do.

Days passed on still, the bleeding continued. Bits of hope came and went, but if there was anything he had learned in his recent years, it's that hope is not to be trusted. Hope was a beautiful flower growing in a garden of weeds, it's only so long before someone comes along and rips it, root and all, straight from the ground. However, did that stop him?

Of course not, he needed his heart.

He wanted so much to believe that everything would be fine. The hopes, the dreams that he and his heart had, they must live on. They must. Blinded by the naïve desire for something out of reach, he marched on, head high and blade sharp. Anyone that paid attention could see the cavity where his heart once beat loudly. Some might even reason that it would be his undoing, and he had his mother to blame for that, leaving so soon, left craving for that presence. The gentle, nurturing feeling that he was robbed of. Of course his father is due his fair share of the blame, but who could fault him? After losing something so precious, you'd want to crawl into a bottle too.

"Did you know?" They asked.

Denial after denial proudly escaped his lips, perhaps the only moment he felt confident since entering the fields. This was an easy answer for him, of course not, his heart would never betray him... right?

Approaching the end, they came with a plan. A plan that would place his heart right back into his chest where it belonged. The cannons fired and fired, sending wave after wave of catastrophic metal into the air. This was it, this was the final moment that would decide whether he returned home as the man he once was, or as a faded memory. Planting his blade into the chest of countless others, removing their hearts so that he might find his own, buried under the flesh and bone of thieves. The rage he felt in that penultimate moment was surpassed by none, and then it happened. The deafening scream that pierced through the night was possibly the most sobering thing he would ever know. The ominous clang of moving machinery echoed through the air, and then it came, the blazing spear of light that effortlessly cut through anything in it's path. He was most certainly not an exception.

In that final moment, as the light of demise drew closer, he knew...

His heart has always been bleeding, it was just a matter of time until it ran dry...

« Last Edit: February 09, 2023, 02:21:47 AM by Moshimo »
Active: Auguste Détourné
Semi: Dominique Courvoisier, Syolkiir Ty'Athalae
Shelved: Elrebril Galuin
Closed: Solomon Valcourt, Nicolai Bratu