JUDE
He had loved too greatly, too fiercely and it broke him. Rather then stew in the weakness of his broken heart, he picked up the scattered shards and chose himself. All of this had been fueled by reckless infatuation, foolish obsession that left a sour taste in his mouth when he looked back on it. Passion was fleeting. Passion was like a flame fed solely by parchment, hot and burning for a moment before all that remained was smoldering ash and a putrid stench. Still.. He harbored no bitterness. How could he project responsibility of his feelings onto another? No.. He is bigger than that. He loved himself too much to rest in bitterness.
Once before he had been reborn, letting the fire peel away his flesh to craft himself into something new. It had been a second burning, but this time there was no fire, merely the heat of his own determination and the roar of his heart. Too long he had been unkind to himself. Too long he had suffocated in a pit, so he willed himself to carve a new path.
Jude decides to return to Novus. Returning to Vectaeryn is too easy. He has decided to push himself beyond what cage he tried to wedge himself into back home. Life was far too mundane, sitting beside his pond and listening to the ripple of the mortal made waterfall. He isn’t as afraid as he once been. Of course anxiety doesn’t merely melt away, but it is spring and he feels born again.
With a deep breath he steps into familiar territory, Terrastella.. There is no sense of warmth of a return, no sense of homilness. Instead it brings back waves of memories, of hiding tucked in what chambers he had claimed. It had been a miserable time that only a selection of memories could rival. Has anyone even missed me? He thinks, more of a curiosity than a mournful thought. Jude doesn’t lament over the possibility of being forgotten by strangers. There is a small circle that reside in Novus that matter, but it is not the citizens of Dusk..
Do you think Isorath is here? Mittens murmurs through their bond, the small bundle of white tucked in her favorite spot between his shoulders. I don’t know… And it doesn’t particularly matter, Jude responds. Whatever had befallen the prince he has built a wall around his heart and he will not fantasies.. Infatuation is fleeting and his eyes have opened since that time. Princes with glistening smiles and pretty words are not what he needs, and he is content. Never in his life has he felt at peace within his own skin, within the body the gods created for him. Jude releases a breath and comes to a halt, merely waiting to see who or what might greet him upon his return. He is not the same. He is not the quiet boy sniveling in the corner, instead he keeps his head high though he cannot fathom why he's returned to T
"your heart's too big for your body"
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