A monotony of monochrome. / Ll /

[Svv Mrk'ss]

He embraced her with apathy, this shapeless Mother Ice. It was only those that had too much on the mind and too little activity of the hands that wandered scape-less lands, let alone play to them. Here he was, an audience of zero, sitting on his pedestal of ice, he strung to the notes of his violin-lover with frosted fingers.

The wind was quite the metronome today, coming and going, whistling through the ice like a bass to Svv's Song. The endless white was monotonous to any that could look upon it, but Svv, who could not indeed see, thought the color fitting. The empty canvas of sound in this place was perfect, a private moment with a Mother that was not his, an ill-fated relationship, that was all in all - one sided.

He curved his head into the wood, drawing out a long and throaty note. He was propped on an icy enclave, two large swords of frozen water impaling the flat surface to create a place for Svv to lean upon, while having on foot flat on the opposing parallel surface. He sat high above the rest of the endless lake, not listening to the shifting spirit of water beneath the surface, or the animals that lay beneath it. He was impervious, able to keep his concentration despite the chorus of voices that beckoned to him, their reach always falling short on voluntarily deaf ears.

Svv quickened the pace of the music, plucking a string with the bow-foil, creating a jagged, quick rhythm. Each note falling in place with a certain Ice Fey's step, knowing he was approaching. Svv's eyes remained closed, until finally, the music stopped abruptly, knowing he was here.

His fingers grasping the bow lightly, he remained frozen in place, the slightly perturbed Sound Fey waited for the other to speak, wanting to know why he had been followed into the depths of the monochrome, and by him no less.

[Lilitu Maelice]

Worthless...

Red eyes widened as the words stung his ears. It hadn't been the first time he'd heard them, only the first time, the person had fallen to the floor, a mere skeleton of their former self (literally.)

B-but I...

No. You're worthless to me. This is pointless, I'm leaving.

Had it really been said like that? No, the sound fey was more eloquent with his words, but those had been the important points. That was all he had needed to hear. And there he had been, alone and forgotten once again.

Svv, the only man that had taken him in, nursed him back to health, stayed with him despite knowing what a monster he truly was had left him because he could no longer control his emotion. Now he was back, now he would prove him wrong. And the one-sided relationship could continue.

Lilitu was easily blinded by the first man to show him such affection. He aimed to please him at whatever the cost, even if it meant forfeiting all of the happiness, hurt, anger, or sadness in his body.

"I'm ready," he spoke in his soft voice, eyes fixated beyond Svv and on the icy black waters.

[Svv Mrk'ss]

And then the Mother Ice spoke, as though she could reflect more than what Lil's pathetic introduction envisioned. Svv could just see him there, scrapping up some kind of bravery to speak with him again. It had been many years, at least enough for Svv not to care to count, since he had last encountered the ice fey, the last untouchable of the Esthemai.

He seems to have left his Ice Queen. Svv listened to the frosted crystal as it spoke to him, telling him tales of the Ice fey that had come before. A sense of mock wonder permeated the Sound Fey as he lowered the violin, though did not look at Lilitu. Looking at someone entailed sight, and Svv did not bother acting the status quo of the seeing unless some kind of respect was imbued upon him. Svv, however, did listen.

Lilitu Maelice was a thing not able to be controlled. All effort to understand, to rebuild, to heal was in vain, and against Svv's character. He had saved something not worth saving. Lilitu was the definition of infliction.

"What a waste of words to use on a fey that can do nothing but bear the weight of such syllables," he commented to the other off offhandedly, as though he had been rudely interrupted. Finally, he turned his head, placing his feet flat on the ice he sat upon, and composed himself to ask. "..what, may I ask, are you ready for?"

Something he was curious to know. Who, had he left his Queen for? A better life, perhaps, a teacher, a lover, who knew. Perhaps Svv only wanted to know the ending to a tale that he knew would end in tragedy.

Though, something else had been spoken to him, said by the fish that did not dare dwell close to ice fey's shoes. A chorus of fear.

"Perhaps.. perhaps.. you have found a resolve," Svv reminisced, tilting his head to one side, he stared off after the fish that swam away.