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‘ Cheers for the follow. Things are fairly quiet around here but I do exist.’ (:
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It'll all be okay. You'll be okay. You just have to do more math. Do more math and everything will turn out alright. You'll see. You'll be alright. Chin up. There's math to do. You'll be fine.
“What do you dream about?”
‘You ask me that as if you expect a different answer this time.’
“It could be.”
‘It’s not.’
A silence lapsed between the Eldritch and other, rigid and fake in the comfort it offered. Wing wasn’t looking up; couldn’t. His gaze was firmly locked on the unlit cigarette he had been holding the entire time, poised as a delicate distraction between black claws.
“Are you dreaming now?”
A soft draw of air. A sigh.
Wing rubbed his broken face with his free hand.
‘I don’t know anymore. Dreams are real, reality is fake, and I don’t know up from down. I’m scared of finding out I’m asleep and coming to a waking world not mine.’
Another silence ( except it wasn’t because the scratching of the pen swallowed it ).
“Wing, I want you to look at me.”
‘I can’t. I—‘
“I’m not asking.”
Wincing at tone and timbre, the Eldritch looked up
and up
and up
and up
and up
and up
and
and
and
a n d
a n d
He was there, standing on the precipice of his legacy. The way the Core heaved and groaned around him was a barely contained beast. The wind —he was so far up— whipped, exhaust mixing with the rising heat of the lava the Core depended on.
He had turned to say scream something.
It is so loud.
It was so loud.
He was supposed to have fallen. But the hand this time grabbed his wrist. In
“Are you dreaming now?”
Teeth and eyes. All around him as a writhing mass. He could hear their silence.
They’re plotting. Run. RUN
He had to make himself invisible. Small. A single space. Curled in on himself.
He didn’t mean it. Limbs that don’t move— he had them. They were bearing down. He was too much a liability. He swear he didn’t mean it. He had to hide. They were looking for him. He kept his head down, not knowing why the colours shifted. He wasn’t aware yet.
But they passed over him.
Something he thought was a laugh crawled from his throat.
“Are you dreaming now?”
The clock ticked patiently, soothing raw nerves with its expected monotony. There was no pressure to the question. Just a gentle curiosity that lingered behind lips.
Wing drew the cigarette to his fangs. Paused. Blinked.
The etchings were almost to his wrist. Intimate stories and memories sacred to himself and the one who carved them. They grounded him and when he breathed, it was with his chest.
‘I am awake.’ The cigarette was torn in t
He looked up
and up
and up
and smiled.
‘I return one year later to folks going feral on the dash. Keep up the good work gentlemen.’
I need a minute.
To properly explain PART of my issue with this section, I'm tagging in @o-stea-renascuta, who is a physicist.
‘First the fuck of all, unless this yahoo has some magical fucking boosters on multiple parts of this ship, you’re not going to be instantaneously changing directions in.’
‘Fucking.’
‘Space.’
‘And let’s say he DID have multiple engines on all parts of the craft, even small ones to create adjustments to the trajectory. Which really would be the most logical thing to do, and then allowing the main thrusters to continue the path— the weight of the fuel alone would make it beyond unrealistic. That’s an aside. A very far away aside.’
‘And a second quick point to that aside, doing something like that would not be a quick and instantaneous shift in direction.’
‘Travel does not exist and cease in an instant in the vacuum of space. You can’t apply the same laws of physics of flying something like a plane on Earth— which I am assuming is the writer’s reference point— to a space ship in a vacuum where there’s no fixed frame of reference, there’s no gravitational pull outside the planets, stars, and satellites, there’s nothing that will demand the craft to behave as, say, a jet in Earth’s lower stratosphere. Which is where you see those quick maneuvers performed. The air is thinner, you can fly faster, but the laws of fucking gravity still apply.’
‘No engine in space is capable of an immediate stop because immediate stops don’t exist in space. As I said before, there’s no fixed frame of reference in the universe. Side note, it’s why the humans that go up in space complain about spatial problems. You don’t have a sense of direction when there’s no direction. You can’t immediately stop in space because there’s no reference for that stopping point.’
‘Don’t treat the fucking universe like a planet.’
‘It would have been slightly more realistic to talk about using the pull of the asteroids to change the direction of the ship.’
‘Slightly.’
‘A forgivable degree of slightly more realistic than whatever fucking bullshit the writer is on about with quick change maneuvers by- checks notes -a single set of thrusters.’
‘Fuck.’
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Put on my lipstick and my little nurse outfit and heehoo haroo your oxycodone is oxycogone.
‘Another magic trick!’
I want to do unethical psychological experiments on you, break you down mentally without ever laying a hand on you. And right when you are about to break I'm going to vivisect you. I think you would just be so precious in such a vulnerable state~
You go right on and try, but when you're done trying I'm going to spit in your mouth and do the same to you, but baby I'll break you right in half. You ain't worse than what I already dealt with.
‘Fuck.’
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‘O-Oh.’
Here he is. Take him away.
‘I’m guilty, your honour—‘
‘Fuck, I mean, I’m guilt—‘
‘Guilt— fuck. Guilty.’
‘FUCK.’
‘I’m guilty…’
He's doing his best.
‘Am I though?’
‘O-Oh.’
One of my ghouls has been sucking down LaCroix like they're a fish and when I find which one it is I'm putting them in therapy about it.
‘Let them have their— checks notes —carbonated ghost juice.’
I'm fine with them having it! I provide! It's the volume that's concerning! And it's always the same flavor!
‘Which flavour is it?’
Pamplemousse.
‘Oh. Hmn.’
‘I have a therapist suggestion if you ever need one.’
I'm back.
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Jonathan walked into the living room said "Watch this." then walked out without an explanation. I just found him snuggled up in bed.
'He's a fucking wizard.'