﹙ 𖦹 ﹚ @wolvenguard says " i'm trying not to care . " ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼ varka ⥂ rerir . ᶠʳᵒᵐ , prompt .
more about living was shed away like old skin than not, importance peeled away from what fickle things separated the human body from just the shape of one . sans the heart, he'd been only thoughts, after all. hardly even a set of lungs to have to wait on, choosing silence between his words more in disinterest ( self interest ) than distributed breath. rerir'd gathered up enough of such slogging sentiment already with a heavy head turned horizontal against a cool floor, hearing the first voices in all of so many centuries to have forced themselves into familiarity — a man, a woman, a child, a man, a woman, a child . too many. and after everything .. was this a human body ? did it function, did it bleed, did it rot ? the thought pervades when he'd gone ushered along, a strong hand tight on one shoulder like a collar, a muzzle. tranquilized.
something's answered at least in the drumming of reddened water around his feet, heat dripping from his hair like a hard rain while rerir reluctantly washed clear the cuts bitten into his body following an inevitable encounter, clashing blood - red blades with the one he'd long known to be called varka — perhaps there was more to it than that, the mundanity of the normal look ﹠. laugh of who'd come to be something of a bottleneck to rerir, like a stopper onto himself, a dam to turbulent rapids. something he couldn't feasibly bypass, starting again and again and again like this, and therein he raked his stained fingers through his wet hair ﹠. begrudgingly reached for a dry towel : a stalemate between too many parties, with too little options to spread . in the fog of the mirror, the look of rerir's reflection isn't something peacefully met with the shape of himself in his hazy memories — his pawed through, dirtied, dissected memories . the man, the woman, the child, the man, the woman, the child .. their fingerprints, everywhere.
a hard exhale huffs out through his nose at the creak of the floor, the sound of a voice on the cusp of a ramble spurred in a clear flicker of varka's calm eyes, sky - colored ﹠. restrained with a foul rationale while rerir wrapped his face once more, letting the cuts wait in their scarlet shine, dark on warm skin. " typical, " he muttered, like he couldn't deprive himself even the most meager bite . humans and their cannibalistic relationship with knowing , and the arrogance in choosing what then to do — what to care about. the blood in his body rushed to his head for it.
