[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
What does it matter what I wish! I'm dreaming. You're still gone; I'm still searching. I hate that I still have the capacity to hope. I hate thatyou made me feel hopeful.
[There's a cracking, splintering noise as things start to give.]
Come, Reverence - I dropped my Mask of Radical Acceptance to the ocean floor; help me find it!
[She wrenches the both of them sideways, and whether the orb breaks free of the ice, or the entire iceberg flips over, either way they're going in the drink with a mighty BLOOOSH]
[ They drop into the depths with the force of a boulder cast from a cliff, shrapnel of ice peeling away from them like withered leaves falling the wrong way.
The Genome under her claws becomes something else, after they've submerged: that form of a clione merman she'd held for point two seconds before it died -
when he'd promised her eternal life, in the first place.
beneath the ocean, it's as fantastical as one might expect. sea creatures from earth, from Gaia, from the pasture. dark serpentine shapes in the far distance. life, abundant, devouring-- ]
[ as they sink deeper, it becomes clear: all around them, there are many thrumming voices raising in familiar song. new throats join as the waters grow darker.
a red glow is coming from the depths of the clione's torso. ]
[Together, they sink. She opens her mouth to reply but all that comes out is a stream of bubbles. But somehow, he still hears her voice in his head.]
In that, I've already failed, just as I've failed in all other things. Failed to return. Failed to leave a mark. Failed to be remembered. Failed to find you in eight days of searching, now with my end on the horizon.
If there's nothing left but oblivion, then at least there will also be peace.
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Re: Night 83, a dream
Or do you wish to dream of flying?
I'll go where you choose, dear. But you must choose.
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[There's a cracking, splintering noise as things start to give.]
I just, want, to stop hurting!
[CRACK,]
Re: Night 83, a dream
[She wrenches the both of them sideways, and whether the orb breaks free of the ice, or the entire iceberg flips over, either way they're going in the drink with a mighty BLOOOSH]
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The Genome under her claws becomes something else, after they've submerged: that form of a clione merman she'd held for point two seconds before it died -
when he'd promised her eternal life, in the first place.
beneath the ocean, it's as fantastical as one might expect. sea creatures from earth, from Gaia, from the pasture. dark serpentine shapes in the far distance. life, abundant, devouring-- ]
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a red glow is coming from the depths of the clione's torso. ]
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[ the protective bubble he's in is covered over with spiderweb cracks, seawater rushing intside. ]
You say you hate hurting, but really, you're telling me what you want is for it not to stop. That's my offer, Azdaja. That's always been my offer.
Eternal pain.
If you're saved, you shall never be the obedient drone you were meant to be.
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In that, I've already failed, just as I've failed in all other things. Failed to return. Failed to leave a mark. Failed to be remembered. Failed to find you in eight days of searching, now with my end on the horizon.
If there's nothing left but oblivion, then at least there will also be peace.
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[ ribbons of blood curl through the water around them, source unseen. ]
If only... there was someone...
We could beg for just a little more time...