#puppet writings

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Don't chase the rabbit, Mordo!

Age ???

Peaceful.

There was a certain peace to the darkness. It was like he was floating midair, yet lying comfortably in a bed. The pressure surrounding him was like a blanket. It was like sleep. Nice, restful sleep. He’d been so afraid of this darkness before...but why? He’d felt so comfortable....so peaceful...

But there had been no peace that lasted forever. The comfortable pressure around him began to press down, latchin on to his being and yanking him upwards and out of the darkness. It felt like he’d been doused with a bucket of ice water.

“....ien? Are you...are you awake...?

Suddenly, light. Suddenly, a woman. He blinked at her several times, silently waiting for her to speak again.

“Lucien..?” She asked again. What was a Lucien? Whas that him? Was it something else? He tilted his head at her as the woman slumped over and sighed slightly.

“Of course, not...I thought I...no. No, this is...just as good.” She took his hands gently and began running thumbs over his knuckles, eyes cast down at her stomach. “You look just like him...” She murmured to herself. He wondered what she was saying. “What...were we going to name you...? Ahhh, I remember.”

He stared at her, confused as she’d looked up at him with a smile.

“Mordecai.”

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Lamentia with Mordecai

Lamentia :Weeping

He would admit that it had always been slightly difficult to watch movies with Adina. It was rare that he could ever relate to them, which, frankly made them that much more difficult to enjoy. Usually when Adina had wrapped an arm around his own or buried her face in his shoulder to hide her eyes from any kind of scare or distasteful imagery, he’d spared her a small, confused glance.

Why’d she do that? He didn’t get it...but was he going to say so? No.

But there was one movie in particular that had him...particularly invested in. It was about a puppet that had been brought to life and his quest to become ‘a real boy’. ( That part he didn’t understand fully, but it was still an interesting concept, he supposed )

At one part of his journey, the road the puppet was on seemed to have ended abruptly...and he sat...and he cried. Mordecai couldn’t help but tilt his head, quirk a brow, blink in confusion at the screen.

Why was he crying? He’d been alive, right? He had body, a mind, a soul....was a human body so important to him?

“I wonder if the fairy will help him...” Mordecai murmured. Adina nodded quietly at Mordecai and gestured back to the screen as if to implore him to keep watching. Surely enough, the blue fairy did appear.

...He wondered if he had one of those...

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Respiro for Mordo

Respiro :Breathe

Breathing was something that had, for some reason, been second nature to him. It wasn’t really a thing he needed, but at the same time, there was nothing stopping the slow rise and fall of his chest as he’d pushed the same air in and out of his body at every waking moment. He wouldn’t have really thought about it, had Vixen pointed out that he very clearly wasn’t one time.

It was during one of Jason’s sparring matches during class, and he’d actually been doing...badly. The rest of his team blamed the typing disadvantage, but he still worried too much, and thus...forgot to keep doing that, it seemed.

‘Breathe, Mordy, breathe!’ Was what she said.

It knocked him out of whatever stillness he’d settled himself into, and he blinked and stared and tilted his head, asking what in the world Vixen had been so worried about. Sure, it confused ( and probably concerned, considering the way her face looked ) her that he didn’t seem to be too worried, but she pointed it out, regardless.

Thinking back to that moment had him seemingly hyper-aware of his...’respirations’. Did he do this on purpose? How long had he been doing it? Was it a habit left over from his previous body? Was it a sign that he might have been...alive? Mordecai didn’t know the answer. Instead, the puppet had simply stared down at his chest, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of it as he’d allowed air to mix with the soul he harbored within himself.

Man, real people were...weird.