Aug 13, 2020
“With that Alt Right Ass Haircut--”
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“With that Alt Right Ass Haircut--”
for what it's worth, i am willing to socialize
It’s always back to this spot, somehow. No matter how far he strays, no matter how long he’s away, eventually he finds himself back here. He never even means to do it--but something about the circuity of it calms him, an assurance he never had when the Dark was screaming inside his head. There may be so many elsewheres, now, and this dead world might be so foreign to the knight, but here--?
Darkroot?
Home, in a way. He even had a monument. Of course, it made him sick to look upon it, sick to know how incredibly wrong the historians had gotten it, but sick was better than...well.
Sick was better than not having the presence of shattered mind to understand why he should be sick at the thought in the first place, wasn’t it?
He’d heard one of the humans say “ignorance is bliss,” once. He’d marveled at the thought, and decided privately that perhaps ignorance was bliss if it was willful, but ignorance borne of fingers snatching every coherent bit of cognition from your brain--that was...
He tries very hard to turn his mind to other things as he rests his back against the monument, and goes very still as he concentrates on keeping the voices quiet.
It has been a long time since he's seen or heard from anyone he knew, and it makes since especially when everyone pretty much gave up on him. He had to find another crew for his ship and he wasn't happy about it. Most of them, the worse kind of people out there. However he managed to control them and haven't had an incident since, but he missed his boys. "Wonder if they ever wanted to even be here..." he muttered as he looked out at the sea.
“It seems quiet...I like it.”
“........... Melissa... Elisa........”
“... Riz... I miss all of you... so very much...”
It was just one of those days for her.
"Y'know where all Vastayans are mistaken? That Magic is only chaos. Nope. Nope and still nope.
Magic is both chaotic and harmonic. Because every form it takes is balanced by another, like water and fire... they're both great and powerful forces which can't be controlled, but still, too much heat turns water to vapor, water can extinguish fire. The Isøll understood it years ago"