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APH - Kingdom Come PT 6Ring.
The piano down the hall stopped filling the house with delicate music.
His footsteps cascaded down the hallway from the piano room to the study.
“Hallo, this is Herr Roderich Edelstein speaking. How may I be of service of you?” he spoke.
The voice on the other end was one he hadn’t heard of for close to two years. He gasped slightly in realization. Suddenly he was split in half, one relieved and the other disappointed. Being relieved at hearing this particular voice outshone the other.
“Holy Rome?” Austria had to ask, as if this was all a dream.
It wasn’t. Not at all.
Holy Rome’s voice was still the same as he remembered it.
Finally, the brunette gave a questioning thought, But… you aren’t supposed to be here…?
“Where are you?” he decided.
“Does it truly matte
APH - Kingdom Come PT 5When stepping away from the thinning line of trees, Holy Rome noted the grass appeared brighter since it had rained.
His sword was still sheathed at his side, yet that didn’t stop him from keeping his hand on the hilt. The sky burned with a swirling slate color and dappled in a ghostly white. At the horizon was a smokey line of blackness.
Those were the colors of the approaching dawn.
That was when the flags appeared.
Appearances were finally made.
Weapons clashed against weapons.
The final battle had begun.
Holy Rome did just that, swiping his blade against the enemy’s. His blue eyes shimmered with an unknown light, as he found himself attempting to bring down the man before him.
The blonde started to bend backwards, sword raised to block the blow. The sharp edges burned into his fingers, as one hand held the hilt and the other the blade.
The boy managed to push the man away, and pulled forward to place a swipe at the brunette’s ch
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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