@sonofrusalka Prompt: Stargazing
(Would have just copy pasted to the ask, but mobile sucks.)
It stings, doesn't it? The salt within the wind grates your narrowed eyes, shrapnels your skin, and burdens your thin, paper-like gown. It rubs your throat raw when you breathe it in, and, still, you desperately gulp it down like the nearly drowned. The essence must be so unlike the regurgitated warmth they feed you down below - that artificial embryonic fluid they pump through your nose, mouth and artificial veins.
Where are your tubes now, I wonder? You must have torn them out during your flight. There is a sheen across your skin both blood red and mechanical, mucous white. Don't worry. The streaks are hard to see in this limited light. Everything is. Except for that longing in your hollowed eyes.
You must know that you cannot leave tonight. That cold, lapping darkness just beyond the rail is deep. It will swallow you whole. And by now I suspect you would rather fly.
I take a step closer and now you turn. The panicked look upon your haggard face is almost precious in its lethargicness. It's the drugs that warp your mind. The drugs, the cold, the heat, the memories...too many to name.
No. Quiet. I won't hurt you. I won't touch you. There is no need.
They are hunting for for you. I hear them within the static at my ear. When they find you you'll have something to fear.
They will drag you down flights of stairs, chain you within a cell, peel your skin, take your blood, remove your limbs...
But for now you are safe here with me.
With battered sighs and a heavy heart you ask why I am here like I am the one running away - the one with something to hide, to fear.
I show my teeth and point up at the clouds that darken the moonless sky. I came to look at the stars, I say, while my eyes remain on you.
