#coup de grace

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coup de grace pt 1

this is part one! yay!

part 2

[prettypeeling]

You are - were - a friend of Eva Stratt's. Well, friend is generous. You were two like-minded individuals; you both saw the bigger picture. You both knew that Project Hail Mary was a long shot. Unfortunately, you both hoped anyway. 

She’d made you the team’s medic. You were only meant to work on the dosages for the induced coma, but when you’d heard she was planning to have only robot arms as caretakers, you told her it was stupid. And, for all of her pride, Stratt listens to boldness. Exhibit A, you. Exhibit B, Ryland Grace.

You couldn’t think of another reason she’d entrust the astrophage research to that guy. Nothing against him; he just didn’t seem suited for government work, especially not on a project so consequential. He was too spontaneous, too abstract, and just too pleasant. Though, you couldn’t blame Stratt, either. Grace woke up the workplace. His dumb science shirts made you feel something, even if it was just a dull annoyance, other than impending doom. 

Stratt was less good at hiding her feelings than she thought. She wouldn’t share a cup of coffee, but she would sacrifice simplicity so her team could awaken to a real, living person taking care of them. You’d sometimes traded morbid jokes that you were their grim reaper; leading them to death, but kinder than nothing nonetheless.

You made jokes with yourself about Grace, too. About how his name was fitting. About how he was too kind for this world and too dumb for his job. About how maybe you could mean something to him. 

What a funny thought. You hadn’t mattered to anybody before, not other than as a dutiful doctor, so why start now, on the way to your imminent end. If anyone should go on this journey it should be you. Nobody would be waiting with bated breath for your return. Your job, your life, had barely changed with the mission. You would still be waking up early to look after people with one foot in the grave. Alone. 

You hadn’t known what Stratt did until it was too late. You wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it anyway, is what you told yourself as you watched them wheel Grace’s mummified body to the ship. But you wished you could have. You wished there was a better way. You wished Stratt would’ve trusted you enough to at least tell you this. You wished you’d have tried something, anything, with Grace. You wished you could have held his hand other than to guide him to a fate he didn’t choose. 

But you hadn’t. So you take two shots - one for the coma and the other for amnesia. Grace would forget the way Stratt betrayed him and you would forget the way you betrayed yourself. 

[applysome]

Just a reminder that Coup de Grace is an angry, heartbroken breakup album filled with bitterness and regret dressed up as a glam rock stomper. And it ends with Shavambacu.

Like yes you broke my heart, ruined my life after I gave you everything. But it’s okay honey, you’re still my Shavambacu and I love you…

[vintage-tigre]

[liar-liar-liar-ha]

Miles Kane

@MilesKaneMusic

.@FinnBalor and I had so much fun making this video for Cry On My Guitar, here’s a peak from behind the scenes. Hope you enjoy it! #SpeakWWE #CoupDeGrace

[seeyouinseptemberbabe]

I love him. So much, it hurts.

[positivecorrelation]

How can I explain to you That even myself I'm a danger to? I hop on tracks like a kangaroo And say a few things or two to anger you But fuck that, if I think that shit, I'ma say that shit Cancel me, what? Okay, that's it...

[joanthelovely]