Tell me more about World is a Fuc-I mean Wavebreaker!
actually, lemme also tell you more about world is a fuck because it's a little funny whenever i think about it (either that or my sense of humor is a mess)
the document itself where it's in (it has a few tabs) was titled after this image:
so it's called like, "world is a fuck: the fic"
so for a while, i was titling the tabs inside the doc after that lol
"world is a fuck 2: electric boogaloo" became for all that rests beneath the waves
"world is a fuck & other tales" doesn't even have other tales in it... it's just the one and got renamed "wavebreaker" somewhat recently because of reasons :))
“Genesis,” he says the name as if his voice alone, devoid of any mirth, could snap Genesis away from the tank. Away from the promised cure that Hollander has yet to provide. From the wound that refuses to heal, that’s bred countless dark feathers, instead.
It doesn’t work, of course. Why should it? What comfort is he even supposed to be able to bring to someone who’s clearly hurting, betrayed even since before he had been born? What help is he to be to a dying man he can’t cure?
Who is he to even say anything, when he’s practically in the same position?
Genesis doesn’t turn towards him; not a single drop of starlight in those eyes from where they imprint themselves on the glass. Not for him.
