Dreams
Within dreams do we lie, our spirit, to some of us our very souls. Within our minds and our dreams, there be realities unbeknownst to those that fill the world around us. New worlds, filled with new people, and new adventures orchestrated to the minute detail within one's own mind. The ones able to live outside of their heads, those are the lucky ones, those whom can enjoy their own reality without the crutch of such fantasies.
Many Eons ago, when the night King was only first growing, before he knew the pains of the world, before death...He often dreamed of the sun, of warmth, of love that did not feel like frost upon the Earth. Love unlike his own. Despite his wishes, despite his tryings, Yuuri was never able to replicate flame, was never able to produce the light all but the night creatures flocked to, for It was not sunlight that was the ichor of his veins, rather it was stardust, but rather than see the value in stars, he only saw the deep vacuum of space. That which suffocates.
For Victor, it was he who longed to touch without burning that which met his grasp. Yes, he was the sun, but he was not always the gentle rays of dawn, Victor was the scorching heat that suffocates and leaves one's body withered in death. As the seasons changed, so did he, his personality changing with the seasons, but all the while, he still craved those to embrace. That which he could call his own, one who would not fear the fire in his veins. He was aware of the King of the NIght, they said his reign was one of terror, that his blood ice and his breath the frost that coats the Earth. Though Victor felt no fear, only hope at someone to hold. Surely someone of eternal ice could be one who can hold the sun.
Though these be only dreams, and as the gods grew, so did they fade. Reality’s harsh edges jutting into the soft womb of the mind and tearing what could have been to shreds.
These days Victor seldom dreamt. When they did grace him, they were only of that night, of the sound of gurgling blood slipping past gaping lips, struggling for air and inhaling blood. Visions of flesh torn like paper, and a gentle smile slipping away to its grave of infinite isolation among the nothingness that greets dead gods. Being awake is no better for the God Of Day, with every dawn there is fear, fear as he remembers those years of eternal sun that was heralded by the Night’s death. Every day is merely another prayer for a sunset, for confirmation of Yuuri’s life. To witness the gift of his stars, for now Victor knew...Yuuri was galaxies, and though there exists many domains to which his sun’s stretch, Yuuri was there between the stars, even if one of Victor’s suns should die, Yuuri’s blanket of darkness and aurora would fill the space he’d only been borrowing from the Night. Victor was the sun, a star, merely existing within Yuuri’s space, and while Victor brought life with him, Yuuri brought peace from his harsh ways. Now more than ever Victor wished for the love of the Night.
But Yuuri’s love was only a dream, and one mustn’t live in a dream if one can help it.
“Hey old man, you’ve got work to do.” The fae’s incessant voice called to Victor, breaking his reprieve. “It’s the town’s hearing today. You have to hear their problems and act as if you care.”
“Little Yura, I do care about their problems. Just...some less than others.”
“ Just because you can’t stop thinking about Yuuri doesn’t mean you can skip your job, Victor. Besides the more you’re around him, the sooner he’ll remember.”
“ That’s what you want isn’t it...Yuuri to remember, for him to hate me?” Came Victor’s reply, unable to hold back the contempt he felt.
“How dare you think i’d want him to relive that pain. You ass. Is all you care about how people perceive you? How he thinks of you? You did kill him, what exactly does that say about you.” he dared not look to the king, the threat of violence merely a word away.
“That...That was a mistake. The truth of the matter is, neither of us reached out to the other...We were both too lost in our misunderstandings, but i’ll never let that happen again. If Yuuri remembers and he hates me...So be it, but i’ll never attack him or anyone under his protection again.”
“And what if he takes action against you?”
“Yuuri may be angry in that moment, but he wouldn’t kill me...He’s too good of a person for that. Far better than I am at least.” a sad smile upon his lips at the prospects of his future with his counterpart. “ He’d never do anything to hurt so many people…”
“You’re right. He is better than you.” With no more words, and a soft flutter of wings the fae was gone, leaving Victor once again to his lonesome.
Yura’s words replaying in his head, through his day Victor was rendered unable to find peace. With every villager that came before him another mundane problem presented itself. His list of chores and conferences with other magical beings grew endless. Perhaps it was time to assemble a council of the magical to deal with such issues. Trivial issues as soil fertility were often best left to the spirits than the sun, but Victor was only a gateway for such problems and solutions. What was more troublesome was the upcoming winter, in only a few months his light would grow far weaker and the world cold, it seemed as if the fall has been ushered in early this year, perhaps he could negotiate a delay with Yuuri to extend the growing season… Yes, Yuuri was who he should speak to on the matter. Yuuri would have a fair solution.
“Victor...May I have a word...I have some questions…” Before him stood the very god that plagued his thoughts. Though he felt only dread at seeing the troublesome aura around his counter.
“Of course..” It was a naive thought, but in that moment Victor wished for his dreams of old, to reach out and comfort the boy with stars in his eyes…
Sadly, for Victor, it would be only a dream.