(song: Mozart - Requiem)
A/N: To poetic?

Prison

“I don‘t see why I should keep trying.”
“You can‘t quit.” The response came. This was the right thing to do. This was the only opportunity for his son. The right choice.
“Can‘t I?” the rebellious spirit could not contain the malevolence. It lingering deeply in numerous layers of suppressed feelings.
“No, Domovoi. You can‘t.”

and he fought to break the masked chains.

At last
He struggled to get his beaten body away. The fight had almost cost Butler his life and even after getting rid of his opponents, he might not survive.

The blood oozed from the wound. From the almost slashed off arm.

There was not a single soul

Darkness threatened to seize control.

He was Condemned

Romance

And while they danced on the rose petals, lay scarcely spread on the frost-covered ground; they fell - deeply and with such passion, which was eternally & undeniably meant to last scarcely a night.
…barely even friends but he does not care.
& he spins her around, white and yellow rose petals spirals up.
& he lifts her up for one happy day & she lifts him up for one lost night
They both rise and fall (in love), and he still loves her tout à fait, not minding withered rose petals.

Forgotten
He walks upon the watery grave fearing his own destiny might end like this. Reminiscing his golden days, lingering upon the painful ones. It hurts.

The iron grip seals his heart as he realises he has forgotten the most cherished character traits in the few he cares about. And as the sun settles he still has not remembered, what his father told him that night.

Maybe he should run

And perhaps he should be afraid. But no. He cannot. He is a Butler and he is fearless.Perhaps he might not end up like his uncle.