on_holy_ground | TM - 79 - Blue [locked to those who know about immortals]

The man Darius knew as his father, showing him a blue sky stretching from horizon to horizon, and telling him that the possibilities of his life were as endless as that sky, if he would only reach out and take whatever it was that he wanted.

Lips and skin that were once full of red and golden tones, faded into the shadowy blues and purples of death, and marred only by the reddish brown stains of dried blood.

Blue eyes, glazed in death only a moment before, suddenly clearing as a harsh breath was drawn in and life once again took hold.

Pale blue eyes of a man who would soon to be a commander in Darius’ armies, weighing his every word and action.

Peaceful eyes of darkest blue, the color of the ocean Darius would never see, trying to turn him back from his goal.

Blue lightning, a quickening like none he had ever experienced, changing his life forever.

The pain of loss as he betrayed those who had trusted him, and the loneliness that on occasion haunted him still, as he made his home on holy ground.

A symbol in blue ink, etched on the wrist of the man who took his head.

A life history, told in shades of blue.