“ what does a man want? ” - cas
war of the foxes starter.
when: after death comes.
with: @seraphsaint
dark, dark like no other, dark that swallowed, dark that kept. dark not as an absence of a thing but a pressing of it --- hands on the fragile bend of his neck, squeezing, crushing, gone. was this breath in his lungs, or had the dark found its way there too? teo could breathe, but he couldn’t. teo could hear, but he couldn’t. teo was alive, but he wasn’t. death came to the promethean; the silent one made its introduction to the crew, treating them sweeter than even the agathe.
( when prometheus stole the flame, did he touch it first? before he passed it along, spreading the licks of fire to the humans who were overwhelmed by it, did the titan warm his hands on the torch?
before the woman was swallowed by the ice, did she feel its cold? )
silence accompanied the darkness, broken only by the crack of the man’s question. teo glanced toward casimir, holding onto the question, holding onto anything but the settling terror in their lives.
“n'est-ce pas évident? to not end up dead.” like her, like that. if he was to die, let the silent one wear his face so a part of him, some twisted part, lived still. he did not want to find his way into the ice like the woman; he did not want to linger on the thought either. “you though --- i have never seen another so restless. are you disappointed that she is dead or that you cannot see her body?”
