Caspian "Cassie" Windsor's Literatures
Through him, Caesar looked upon himself not as a reflection, but a monument to his people. An idol, perhaps, worthy of great veneration (and so close, it was, to being completely of his own skin, but how painful that it wasn’t quite).
Caesar was of a marble statue; to be admired by many, but understood by none. Luther longed to see his king’s reason, but the more he stayed, the less it seemed possible. It became harder and harder to hide the malice in his king’s eyes. The more he painted, the more Caesar’s cold glare pierced through the floral surroundings he was placed in, turned to rot the roses that Luther painted him holding. Perhaps it was Luther’s bias at work. He could never paint anything that wasn’t true.
a short drabble i felt particularly pleased with! i may delete this if i think it's purposeless to keep up, continue it, or put together just one literature w/ all my drabbles in it.