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@edenstar replied to your post “I need more gay music to listen to”
Listen to me scream
ok link me to your soundcloud
@edenstar replied to your post “@edenstar replied to your post “I made [gf] fried catfish for dinner...”
Is a catfish half cat half fish?
only in that it has whiskers
@edenstar replied to your post “I made [gf] fried catfish for dinner tonight and it was so good…”
I thought this meant girlfriend
I would cook catfish for my gf if I had one, but alas, I have only gluten free....
gluten free catfish and girlfriend free noodle
@edenstar replied to your post “how immoral do you think it is to use my work’s copy machine to print...”
Not immoral. Radical communist praxis
boss makes a dollar / I make a dime / that’s why I print my writing on company time
Eden star - one bedroom for sale
"Enough"
The garden of Eden feels smaller and emptier these days; but it may also just be her. Uriel is left only with the sickly sweet smell of rotting fruit and the pungent iron of burning stars. A strange echo of loss hums mournfully from the blade between her hands. The light flickers and the heat of it singes her feathers like fire.
Tikki comes once more, many years later. Her light glows ever redder, ever more like the skin of apples. That is how stars grow and live; but when Uriel looks at her, she sees only death.
There is this girl, Tikki begins, and falters. She starts again. Her name is Marinette.
A question lingers between them, tentative and fragile.
No, Uriel answers, absolute. The taste of humanity lingers in the corners of her mouth even now, ashy, bittersweet and hungering. Once was enough.
–Edenstar by @matchaball
Happy Birthday, Carmen!!! I wish you all the stars in the sky and all the light in your life because you absolutely deserve it all! You are such a kind, caring, and thoughtful friend and I’m so happy you were born on this lovely day!
This is a companion piece to @paperskirts work “Once”.
POV of the most favorite thing you've written :)
POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective
Tikki’s POV from edenstar
Eden is where Tikki was born, but Earth is what she calls home.
She doesn’t mean to land there; only, the stars are all blooming within the garden and so many are leaving. Curiosity drives her out and into the cacophony of the universe. Trumpets of war sound from far away, striking and brutal; black holes hum in pitches deep enough to break her apart; and everywhere, rock and debris ring in dissonance as they hurl through deep space, looking for a home.
Tikki looks back and sees a great figure stationed at the gates. A sword rests in its hands, shining with a light that sings in perfect fourths. She falls back, and there is nothing but wonder as she greets this new being.
Semper ad meliora, a voice whispers out to her, quiet and gentle. The blessing blankets the noise of the universe and gives Tikki a name to remember, a note to follow, a melody to find.
She falls, a tiny star traveling across a vast darkness for a thread of the song that makes her want to sing in harmony with.
It’s how she finds Earth, of all the places. Or maybe, Earth found her.
There is a chorus that grows here, almost familiar and undeniably beautiful despite some clashing notes. It’s not the perfect harmony of gloria in excelsis deo that Tikki heard only once when Uriel laughed; it’s messier, rawer, newer. Brimming with so much potential.
Tikki sings. And across the round Earth, a voice sings back.
But for how beautiful the sound is, the voices die so quickly. Each death creates a pause, a loss of music that aches. Tikki mourns each human that she loses, and carries the weight of all their voices as she restarts time and chooses another.
It’s a melody that takes a thousand voices and more to create, with Tikki as the staff to score it all across with. Her chosen call her lucky for it, to have seen and heard and done so much. They call themselves lucky, that she would choose them, among so many, to be harmonic partners with.
In the beginning, Uriel was the first to touch Tikki gently, to speak, quietly, Onwards to better things.
Tikki bestows luck to those she chooses, but she remembers: fortune favoured her first.
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