"𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙎" 𝘽𝙮 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

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"ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵘʳᵖˡᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ.. ᵀᵒ ᵈᵉᶜᵒʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵃᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ʰᵉʳᵒ..!"

 "ᴹᵒᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵉʳᵒᵈʳᵒᵐᵉ ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʳᵐᵉʳ, ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜᵒˡᵈᵉʳ..."

 "ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵘⁿⁱᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵀᵒ ᶜᵃʳʳʸ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳ.."

𓆩✞𓆪

「.𖥔 ݁ ˖ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙᴏʏꜱ⭑.ᐟ 」

𓆩✧𓆪

✞┈➤𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 was carried around like the wind guiding the green leaves, the cool breeze passed through the crowded house, the smell of dried blood scrunched many noses but the sight their eyes behold was to grim for them to worry about it. 

There lay a body curled up in his own dried blood, his face pale but his body was damaged, from his face to his hands were littered with scars of stories he could've told when he was older, the scars from his mother.

His hair disheveled and unkempt, his clothes barely stayed to cover his cold body, his fingers chipped while his dull brown eyes stared into the abyss as his arm limply covered around his pierced abdomen. They stood there in shock, and one by one there was a race of panic.

One neighbor heard the scream when he was wounded. The police came here in a heartbeat but couldn't find the body after his mother fled that night. She kept him in a cold basement, hidden in the house that a relative stumbled upon after they were permitted to take the little boy's belongings that morning.

And now after a horde of crying, troubled and horrified relatives and bystanders consulted the police when the body was taken out of that secluded place, they went out of there way and dressed themselves the following week after, cleaning his damaged body to bury his safely kept body in a hole to mourn his gruesome death that his own mother gave to him.

"WHAT COULD HE DO? SHOULD HAVE BEEN A ROCK STAR.."

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 well this little boy who loved the sound of the guitar his uncle played when ever his mother let him visit his cousins, making sure give him a strict warning not to tell anyone of the bruises which he obeyed to, the smile that always brighten his tan and white patched face as those nomad brown eyes of his sparkled when he was given permission to use it and the gentle laughters he emitted whenever he was playfully taught by his cousins simple songs.

His mother never bought him one when he asked for it, he made sure to coax her to buy it every time they passed one that was on sale but she didn't budge telling him later he wasn't going to get one. He never told her he was being taught by her older brother.

"BUT HE DIDN'T HAVE THE MONEY FOR A GUITAR.."

"WHAT COULD HE DO? SHOULD HAVE BEEN A POLITICIAN..."

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 headed boy never liked studying since his mother drilled him with subjects that were too advanced for his age, he got tired of going through the history of different states across the country that his mother was interested in him learning, he didn't want to see all of these books stacked in the large bookshelf in his room.

He didn't want to have quizzes every afternoon until his mother deemed that was enough. He only did it because the punishments were too flewent than he was used to, the bottles that she broke using his head was a new type of beating he wasn't accustomed with so he screamed knowing fully well she'll beat him for that too.

He wanted to go outside, play with the neighbors' children, maybe go by his cousins for a while and practice some more on his uncle's instrument. Anything, anything but this hell he was going through.

"BUT HE DIDN'T HAVE A HEALTHY MOTIVATION.."

"WHAT COULD HE DO? SHOULD HAVE BEEN A FATHER..."

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 mother not being home some days of the week it gave him some time to think, he always sat by the window on the seat that was partnered with it and gaze out into the field where some children were having playful intercourses with their fathers. His dull lifeless eyes watched as their muffled laughter filed his ears, the smiles they exchanged and the joy oozing out of their eyes.

He wanted that type of attention, though, he had never met his father. He never asked his mother about him but he did get to know at least some information about him. He heard her constantly scream out whenever he was being beaten that it was his fault that his father left, that his father would have still loved her if she didn't get pregnant with him.

All his developing brain summed up that information to the fact his father never loved him just like his mother doesn't. Even though he wants that type of love from his non-existent dad he was scared of meeting him any time in the future so he told his ten year old self that he was going to be a dad that wouldn't leave the person he loved and cherishes his kids as much as he saw others did.

That was a promise....

"BUT NEVER EVEN MADE IT TO HIS TWENTIES...."

"What a waste..." the Deity turned to him, her arms folded and her eyes filled with remorse for such a young boy to be killed and pass away. She took up herself from the cushiony white cotton in the sky, her wings stretched as her hands passed through the boys fluffy cream hair avoiding the double crossed halo hovering above him,, his eyes regaining the sparkle he lost and with that a few tears slid down his face as he unwillingly watched from where he sat the reason why he was dead.

"Awh...i'm sorry you had to depart from this world like that little one, you fought your battle well and in due time i am sure your mother will be held accountable.." she gave a pause closing her white wings to squat towards his level, though she herself was already short, she gave him a sad smile. "Do you want a new name....?"

He gave a slow nod processing what just happened, his mind going into overdrive as the hot tears slide down his tan patched face, she took a deep breath engulfing his little body in a hug sheltering him with her wings whispering a name she thought of when she saw his smile for the first time, "Your name is now SOLARIS and you will safe with me okay.."

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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒!

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"This story was inspired by the song "Army Dreamers" sung and written by Kate Brush!

this is a lore filled one with one of my lil babes Solaris!~ 

I realized I didn't have a past story about him or anything so I decided to use this song for it, and boy let me tell you, I love this song so much!~ It somehow didn't click to me that the song was talking about a mother losing her teenaged boy in a war....

I don't know bro my brain was not braining at that moment okay...! Either way I really enjoyed this song and writing this, I originally thought of using three of my boys for this but uhh I said no.... 

anyway enough yapping from me, that's all from me St★rlights!~"