Dec 26, 2016
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(text): Did you like the picture I sent you yesterday? ;)(text): I might take another one....(text): If you send me some motivation.
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fugue is a lawless time and so it is a dangerous time. it’s ironic, thomas thinks, that fugue then happens to be the safest time for him to bring a bag of supplies to an empty abandoned lot, erect a makeshift shrine in the time between times. it is not illegal if it has never truly happened.
hanging the fabric, assembling the wooden planks and wrapping the barbed wire around the base. it’s all quite ritualistic, calming. and finally, thomas lays a humming rune on the altar. it had been hard to find, harder still to keep concealed, but there it is and there he is, and he can taste the void in his proximity to the heretical artefact.
he eases down onto the floor, lies back and waits for the presence of his void master.
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█ ▌ The knife goes in cold at first, before a warmth begins to seep into his chest and spread down to his fingertips. It doesn’t necessarily hurt, but it creates an absence where there used to be air in his lungs. When he looks down, blood - or something like it - is dripping from the handle. It runs warm and black over Thomas’ knuckles, and sizzles like hot tar when it hits the ground. The blade isn’t all the way in, and on an odd impulse, he grabs the Overseer’s hand and pulls, until the hilt catches on his ribs.
He’s not surprised. Not really. But he feels a pain bubbling in his chest that has nothing to do with the knife sticking out of him. “Thomas..” An exhale, when he desperately needs to breathe in. “My dear Thomas….” The god smiles. It burns.
Thomas expected to need to put some strength behind sinking a knife into his god’s chest ( and what a strange thing to think about for there is little malice in his motive and truly he doesn’t expect to truly harm the Outsider ). The knife doesn’t slide in far -- not as far as Thomas had hoped and either that is the lack of practice in that kind of motion, or he hesitates, thinks maybe he will do some damage and it holds him back. But then the Outsider pulls the knife and his hand the rest of the way and the hilt rests against his ribs and the warmth drips over his hand and he shudders.
“I didn’t realize how much force it would take. When they taught me to use a sword, the idea was to aim for the soft bits...” He doesn’t release his hold on the knife, reaches up with his other hand and traces down where the dark blood reaches. “Had to keep you on your toes...”
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█ ▌ “You almost sound concerned.” A humorless laugh dies on his tongue and he scrapes it off with his teeth. There’s a genuine sweetness in Thomas’ eyes that catches him off guard. “Maybe I have.” He admits, black eyes going distant. “But it’s all I’ve ever known. It’s all I will ever know.”
He smiles and ruffles Thomas’ fiery hair, silky stands sliding though his fingers. “Don’t lose any sleep over it, darling.”
almost. thomas makes no effort to try to convince the void god that he is in fact concerned. he’d be lying. he knows better at that point. concern is of no use for either of them. but the statement -- almost a well-meaning accusation is genuine. it is too long, he thinks, for anybody to be so utterly alone.
despite the cold of the outsider’s hands, thomas has grown accustomed to his touch and where once he felt his hairs rise, skin prickle down his back (regardless of where the contact had been) he finds himself leaning into it. “ not my intention. your ego is inflated enough as is. ”
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[ text ➡ Thomas :: sent ] oh. [ text ➡ Thomas :: sent ] damn.. [ text ➡ Thomas :: sent ] how many of your strictures does this break, thomas? [ text ➡ Thomas :: sent ] come over so we can break some more ;)
[ text ➡ Void Master :: sent ] oh damn? what does that mean? [ text ➡ Void Master :: sent ] is that a bad thing? i can’t [ text ➡ Void Master :: sent ] oh. not a bad thing then? [ text ➡ Void Master :: sent ] at least three probably. [ text ➡ Void Master :: sent ] i try to do one nice thing. i end up knee deep in sin [ text ➡ Void Master :: sent ] well, i’d be breaking the second if i said i didn’t like it.
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the outsider is not wrong. thomas could choose to absolve him of all his sins. then again, thomas isn’t even entirely sure what he blames him for. was it the role he’d played in his parents’ death? or was it perhaps that he did nothing to prevent it? was it truly anything at all or was he just hardwired to try to find guilt in the leviathan.
“ i want to. i want to. ” but he can’t. whatever he does will not be enough for the outsider’s interest is fleeting and thomas never thought himself very intriguing to begin with. “ you’ll grow bored of me. and then i’ll have nothing. ”
The Outsider~ (totally anonymous anon)
Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with
[ Wiggles eyebrows ]
👀 Am I just a ghost to you?
“Most times.”