It’s been a while since I’ve written Nightmare, and on a whim a couple nights ago, I was listening to some music and got an idea, and from that idea paired with the music, I couldn’t keep my hands off the keyboard! So, with this concept, I had changed who Nightmare was talking to several times, and the format ended up being him talking to AU Nightmare (his alternate), however you can interpret it however you like! There's a link to the atmospheric music I highly suggest listening to while reading for atmosphere, just like the old days.
EDIT: Tumblr, why did you get rid of my fancy formatting with the spacing and shit? That used to work, not sure why it didn't this time. Sorry for the appearance, I stg it looked better before posting, but I'll have to deal with this LOL
Hope you enjoy!
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You’re asking me what this is all for. You, asking me, of all people. You know there’s not an answer, and that there’s a purpose with no true meaning. A... fake purpose, yes. That’s the word I’d use. Perhaps synthetic. That’s what we are. Processed materials just as we are morals. Morals, morals, morals what the fuck are morals? Ideas? Rules? Promises? Perhaps all of the above. Constructs of the human psyche to keep them following a path they call “righteousness.” It’s disgusting, really. Believing in stories like God, Heaven and Hell. They’re all things earlier humans wrote up in a drugged haze. And so, I return your question. What is that for?
… You don’t know, do you?
To cling to something. To give hope that life isn’t just about survival. It’s about thriving, becoming something... More. Isn’t that correct? They want to change their stories. To change their past. Yet, they rely on both, still. They say they look to the past so it will not be repeated. They tell those stories to their growing spawn to teach them how to feel. Insanity is laced in their kind so deeply that those pasts, those stories will happen again. And again. And again. They’re drinking their own poison. Taking their own synthetic drug.
Now, us... We’re something else. We’re personifications of the rift in human's minds. The result of their chaos. We are walking anger, with feet heavy enough to crush whatever is beneath. Look at us. Built to withstand whatever is thrown our way. Made of metal so we can’t die. A mind of circuits so we can’t feel. Programed with the intentions of the maker. Programed... With the simulation of life. Our pipes mock veins, our cores, a heart. We, are built, so that one day, the humans can be us. We are the test. The test to determine if they’re worthy to exist beyond their time. They want to disconnect. To be able to float endlessly with no bad pasts to look back on. No corruption. Perfection. Peace. Well, if you want me to say it simply... They want to start over. A clean slate, if you may. Sad, how they just can’t seem to realize that slate is stained, and can never truly be repaired. Not everything can be forgiven, or forgotten.
Though it’s unfortunate, there will never be pure new start. Nothing will just reform from stage one, because every possibility has already happened, and is still happening. Different worlds, different views and choices. Simultaneously. All of these realities wish they could be each other. They each wish they could just... start... over. The best bet would be to find a gate somewhere and jump through to the reality they want. Then, when they stay there long enough, they wish it was different again. On and on they go. Through this door. Through that door. Up. Down. Right, left and center. Never satisfied. Having to live with the fact these gates are in their head. That the gates... aren’t... real. The cold realities are the ones they created. Synthetic, and otherwise.
Now, I want you... to ask me, again. Ask what this is all for, huh? Ask me, what will come of this? What future awaits beyond the door we’ve chosen?
…
Hm.
You don’t want to.
Because you know the answer.
What would be the point of asking a rhetorical question such as that, yea? You... You’re the one with sympathy for humans. For their troubled mentality. You think you’re some kind of warrior, fighting for their causes? You can think that all you want~ but our purpose remains.
xxxxx || for @narutorarepairjune || Ship: KakaSaku
Summary: Eyes are the windows to the soul--even if Kakashi keeps one covered. Even in the heat of battle, their eyes meet, and they understand each other. ANBU AU, 21+. Warning for blood, violence, gore, etc.
Sakura worked hard to get where she was, and there was no way in hell someone was going to take that from her. She wasn’t going to die today, and she wasn’t going to let Kakashi die. Not on her watch. Not like this--not when they barely--
Still, she dodges and weaves, taking a sword to the side. She coughed, feeling the blood pass over her lips and she grabbed it, slowly pushing it out of her with her inhuman strength, healing the wound with chakra at the same time. It was a shame she was almost out of it--it was a shame that they’d been tracked down and it was a shame that they were losing this fight.
But still, they fought--their third--dove, was killed when the mission went sideways and the mist-nin they were sent to assassinate ended up assassinating her instead. Turnabout was fair play, right? Regardless-they had a mess to clean up.
She and Kakashi managed to kill the mist nin, but by that time, the mist ANBU themselves were called, and exhausted from their previous battle, they only had enough energy and resources to run. But, even then..
She still had a trump card to use. She still had a way to fight-- and as Kakashi’s hands formed the seals to his infamous raikiri, their eyes flickered to each other, and that instant, they understood each other. They would fight to the death. The release of the byakugou seal was enough to flood her with chakra, and she briefly wondered if this was how Naruto felt when getting chakra from the fox--and she dived in.
The chakra made her faster than a flicker of sunlight on a mirror, and her hands flew through signs as she danced around them, breathing deeply, concentrating. The earth sprung up around them for a second, giving them room to breathe against the onslaught of water ninjutsu.
“Wolf, are we fighting or retreating?” There was only a limited time for them to fight--if they were, they would have to win this battle fast--and Kakashi’s head lifted.
“Yes. Take care, Slug.” Her lips split into an almost feral grin, reacting in that moment--they’d been a duo for a long time--Kakashi could read her and knew what she was planning. “Don’t get in too much trouble, Wolf.”
Her fist slammed into the ground and it ruptured underneath them, creating a cavern underneath them, and a handsign formed spikes. Destabilize--debilitate--and then, destroy.
The mantra pounded through her head and she moved, bounding off each of the spikes, a new fervor to her movements, a new confidence, and Kakashi was much the same. The first mist ANBU fell down and Kakashi dived after them-- but Sakura was too slow to intercept the other mist ANBU at Kakashi’s back.
The short sword pierced through Kakashi as his Raikiri pierced the mist ANBU’s heart. Sakura’s fist impacted against the mist ANBU’s skill, instantly pulverizing it, and she flung the body away with a screech, “Kakashi--no!”
Their eyes met a second time, Sakura’s bright emerald against Kakashi’s red and charcoal grey. “It’ll be okay,” She reassured, applying the medical chakra to the wound--she could do this. Still, she could feel the tears prick at her eyes.
She didn’t allow them to fall. It was dire, she would have to admit--the man had lost a lot of blood--they’d fought off who was tailing them--it would be okay. It had to be okay.
“Sakura--wait..” For the third time their eyes met. “I’ve been waiting to tell you...” His chuckle is still slightly wet, and his breathing is still uneven. Sakura knows she can save him--there’s no other way! There’s no way in hell he’s dying!
“I love you.”
Tears drop from her face as she continues to knit his wounds back together, her concentration never wavering. “I love you too.”
Kakashi passed out sometime between her speaking and her finishing healing him, and she sighed as she picked him up. Did he really think that she would let him die that easily? Silly man... They still had a date to get to.
Violet streaks of electricity bloomed across the sky in crisp strikes and rolling thunder, clouds sounding much less like fronts of air and water and more like the rumbles of splitting rock and concussive landslide. Rain was coming down in sheets, cold and heavy and fast. The dogs had known the storm was coming before the townsfolk had. They’d been anxious and listless all day, even before the dark and loamy clouds moved in and the air felt crisp and thin. Howl hadn’t been lucky enough to close up shop before the rain hit, though that didn’t bother them all that much. As they moved back out to the farmhouse, they passed by their neighboring humans. It was funny, or at least mildly interesting, how quickly Humans scattered during the rain when they were mostly water themselves. Rain didn’t erode humans, it eroded stones like Howl (who comparatively didn’t mind the wet all that much).
Underneath the growling sky, the only other sound was the wet plaps of Howl’s shoes against the steadily flooding grass. The summer had been hot, even the day had been temperate and dry, so the ground was useless in absorbing the sudden storm. The only guidance back Home was the mix of muscle memory and the faint glowing of the porch light in the distance. Or, there should have been a faint glowing of a porch light. There was a hint of it, but even from this far out Howl could tell that there was something obstructing it, it wasn’t just burnt out or off. The hairs on the back of their neck stood on end and they moved a bit faster, dropping to all fours and taking new form in a momentary shift of white light that was all but drowned out by the heavy rain and the perfectly-timed flash of violet lightning.
Nimble feet rushed the mottled Gem through the long, wet, lapping grass towards their house, just out of sight and pawfalls hidden under the loud hiss of rain. Whatever the figure was, it was looming in front of the door and obscuring the light from inside. Once again, Howl bristled, this time close enough for a low growl to join the bassy grind of storm cloud against storm cloud. They’d nearly made it the entire way to their porch when--
“--Howl!”
The familiar lilt of tone immediately melts the white Gem and after a stunned moment, they shift back to something more Gem-like. Another crack of lightning confirms their assumption, and another round of loud, wet footslaps rushes them up the stairs and flinging towards the Fusion. They collide, Garnet taking most of the brunt of the force and dispelling it in a spin and an embrace. She doesn’t care that Howl is rain-soaked. Neither does Howl.
“Garnet!” They reply, just as enthusiastic (if not more so) than their impromptu guest. When the spin stops, Howl tightens their embrace and buries their rain-wet face into the top of Garnet’s chest. Garnet buries her lips and chin into the crown of Howl’s head. Neither of them speak again for a bit. They let the thundering of the storm and the closeness of their embrace speak for them.
It’s time soon enough, though, to part, and Garnet begins to release just as Howl was starting to wane. She sets them down and re-adjusts her new, three-pointed shades. She’s smiling so wide it looked almost Comical. Howl is trying their best not to start crying.
“It’s been--”
“So long, I know. I wanted to come sooner. Ah’m sorry. So much’s happened, I don’t even know where to begin.” Garnet interrupts, but it doesn’t feel rude. It feels excited. It feels familiar.
“Well, coming inside out of the rain might be a good place to start.” There’s an awkward smile on Howl’s lips, crooked and small but genuine. They’re thankful that their wet hair is across their face. They’re not sure if there are tears or not as they move past Garnet politely and unlock their front door.
“I suppose that’s true. Very wise, Howl.” Garnet replies with a laugh on her voice. It’s warm, starkly so in contrast to the cool of the thunderstorm.
Once inside, Howl was greeted by their several dogs. It had just been puppy season, late summer when the strays would have their litters and nobody would be around to claim them. It was just until they were old enough to be adopted out, Howl told themselves at the start. Now they weren’t so sure. Garnet ducked through the doorway behind them, gently turned the handle as she shut it, and then briefly crossed her wrists in front of herself. When she separated them, her Gems let off a soft glow which spread to the rest of her body, and in a flash the water that had been on her steamed and dried from the heat of her hard-light. Howl thought it was a neat trick they’d have to ask her about in the future, but now wasn’t the time.
“Please, get comfortable. You can stay for a bit, right?” They asks as they gently usher their several hounds towards their beds. As they moved through the room, they flipped on some of the lights though kept the ambiance dim and warm.
“Jus’ for a bit. Jus’ long enough.”
“...good. Is it alright if I make some tea?”
“Sure. Be careful, though.” Garnet warns as she moves into the living room and takes a seat on the edge of the sofa. Howl freezes in place.
“...why?”
“There’s still water in the kettle from las’ night. Take care not to tip it too much when you move it.”
Howl smiles.
“Alright. Thanks.”
“So... she’s... NICE now?” Howl asks, only holding their cup of tea and not sipping it. Garnet, on the other hand, in hospitable solidarity takes a long sip of her own Earl Grey between words.
“Well... not yet, but she’s trying. They all are. It’s something brand new to them, but it’s happening. With Steven’s guidance, they’ll succeed. It’s over.” There’s a soft and serene, almost dreamy sound to the Fusion’s words that makes Howl wring their fingers along the handle of their mug. Something twists over Howl’s features and Garnet reaches a tea-warmed hand out to rest on their shoulder, ruby facets pressed flat to the still rain-damp fabric of their jacket. Howl raises their eyes from their reflection in the untouched tea to stare themselves down in Garnet’s shades instead. There’s a question they desperately want to ask but can’t. It’s trapped somewhere behind their gem.
“—We don’t have her, but that doesn’t mean she’s not out there somewhere. Ah’m sorry.”
It’s not the answer Howl wanted, but it is the one they were expecting. A held and unnecessary breath released itself and Howl sighs out a defeated huff of a laugh before they bring their sleeve up to press at their eyes. There weren’t full on tears yet, but Howl knew they were there and didn’t want them to fall. Not in front of Garnet.
“There are still Gems we haven’t recovered, it’s a big, wide world. I’m sure we’ll find her.” Garnet’s words should have been reassuring but Howl can’t shake the feeling that the Fusion knows something they don’t, which... she absolutely did. Whether or not Garnet would tell a lie like that to protect them, they weren’t so sure about. The pad of their thumb rolled over the lip of their mug.
“Thank you.” Was all they could manage at the moment. Garnet understood.
“There’s nothing we can do about it right now. What have you been up to?” Garnet moves as she speaks, setting her now emptied cup on the worn coffee table and shuffling her hip so it was up against the stormy Gem. Howl tries to be present. The contact helps, but not enough. A gloved hand raises to Garnet’s face and, with a pull of her fingers in the air above her visor, it vanishes in a sparkle of dissipated light. Three gentle, loving, and knowing eyes fall on Howlite and they appreciate the gesture. It brings a weakened smile to their lips.
“Oh, y’know... Working at the library. Taking care of them,” Howl says with a loose gesture to the several dogs curled up in the corner of the room. The Mother is awake but her four puppies aren’t. “—nothing much. Definitely not fighting a Diamond Warship on Homeworld.” There’s another nervous laugh that passes over their Gem. Garnet’s brows screw up a little.
“Howl... I wanted to ask you something.”
It was a statement that should have been benign but brought with it an uneasy tension that Howl couldn’t quite place. It felt wrong to hear that Garnet had a question, they think. What could she possibly have to ask that she didn’t already know the answer to?
“Uhh...sssure?” Howlite replies, suddenly all but too overly aware of how they were sitting and the heated weight of the mug in their hands.
“With the Diamonds repairing what they’d done, there are a number of displaced Gems. They don’t want to go back to Homeworld. Earth is their home, but there are too many to house in Beach City.
We can provide the materials to build, help set it up, but—“
“Wait, wait, wait— what are you saying? You want... to bring them all here??” Howl’s sitting up straight now, their entire body turned towards Garnet. They grip their mug so tightly that it cracks the glaze on the porcelain. They don’t notice.
“I can’t just... Garnet, there are SO many of them!!!” The look on their face is best described as ‘pleading and panicked’, made even more evident by the hand that had shot its way up to twist up a lock of their choppy white hair.
Garnet just smiles, raising her hand back to her face and summoning the half-star of her visor. Her smile spreads into a full grin as she does.
“And here I thought you enjoyed taking in strays~”
Garnet wouldn’t have asked if she’d known it would be a no, right? Howl sits there, staring for a moment, the weight of indecision and the twisting rivers of fate consuming them. They hadn’t been around too many Gems since their Kindergarten, they hadn’t had to mentor anyone about humans and life on modern Earth EVER. Were they the best person for this? Garnet must believe in them if she’s suggesting it at all.
Their mind ran a mile a minute as rumbling thunder sung out outside.
“...you don’t have to say yes, you know. That’s why it’s a question.” Garnet leans down as she speaks, her head tips, and she offers another soft smile after a far-to-long silence from the Howlite.
“—yes.” They reply curtly. It was instantaneous after Garnet’s voice stopped, it nearly cuts her off.
“Okay, Well then, you can take as long as you need to t—“
“No no no, YES. Yes I’ll... I’ll do it. I... whew boy.” Their words lose steam and the devolve into laughing, a firm palm pressed to their forehead at their hairline lifting their bangs from their face as they stare headlong into the distance.
Garnet lurches forwards and hugs them tight. One of her hands comes to cradle the back of Howl’s head and she lets out her own happy bubble of a chuckle. “Thank you! It won’t be forever. Steven, Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot will eventually cooperate to create a safe-haven for Gems on Earth closer to the Temple, Ah’m sure of it! It’ll just be until then!”
Howl melts into the embrace, nodding where they can and trying to understand the scope of what they’d just agreed to. The mother dog rests her head over one of her puppies and settles down quietly. The steady static of the rain fills the comfortable silence of the farmhouse. Howl thinks that this is probably one of the last nights they’ll have to themselves for a while.
That thought isn’t nearly as jarring or horrifying as they thought it would be.
“Yo, chuck it at me I’m open!” Amethyst shouts with her hands cupped around her mouth. She’s shifted into a huge, burly beast of a ‘wrestler’ to assist with construction despite having the exact same strength in whatever form she took. She claps her hands against her hairy chest and assumes a kind of grappling stance.
“If you say so, small stuff!” Bismuth calls back with a raspy joviality to her voice. With a loud ‘hyup’ from Bismuth, a several-foot long and at least two-feet thick support beam is thrown like a huge, wooden javelin across the field towards Amethyst. The purple Gem growls as she prepares herself and, at the last moment, the thick ropes of her shape shifted fingers catch the lip of the pillar. In a quickly spat ‘yuh-oh’, Amethyst is ripped from her feet from the momentum of the support beam and goes, dragging, alongside it for a foot or two before she catches her footing and hoists it up over her head. “GOT IT!”
Bismuth smirks and claps her hands together a few times to knock the splinters free. “Good job! Who knows! Maybe next time I’ll finally get to use at least HALF of my full strength!”
Amethyst shouts a perturbed ‘hey’ before the both of them start laughing and whatever tension that appeared to be there was gone in an instant.
“Hmm.” Pearl hums as she holds her chin between her index finger and her thumb. She’s looming over one of the many drafting tables, examining a set of the blueprints her and Peridot had drafted for the ‘temporary’ housing. “I, still, really do think that the center most window of the top floor should be moved at least three inches higher.”
Peridot gives a dry ‘ha!’ and twists her wrist dismissively. “See, the PROBLEM with that is that we have Gems who AREN’T freakishly tall like you needing to live in these homes! If it goes three inches higher, ME-sized Gems won’t be able to, oh, I don’t know, casually open or close it without the use of some kind of climbing device, and that defeats the entire purpose!” As she speaks her little green finger points at various bits of the blueprint to illustrate her point. Just as Pearl is about to launch her rebuttal, Lapis lands with a wet ‘flap’ and crosses her arm.
“Built-in stairs.” Lapis offers while giving the par a half-lidded glance. Her finger comes to rest on the floorplan before the window. Both of the ‘engineers’ give a momentary ‘I...’ before they return to looking at the blueprints.
Garnet had been working with Steven to direct some of the Healed Gems to the places they needed to be, giving them directions and purpose. It was amazing how many of them wanted to help. More than a dozen partially-mutated Gems helped tamp the Earth and mark out where all of the interim structures would be. It was... overwhelming, to say the least.
Howl sits on their porch, leaning forward on their knees and watching the Crystal Gems do what they did best. It was no wonder Wulfenite had wanted to join them...
They hadn’t talked to anyone but Garnet yet, although they had waved when the Fusion brought her immediate family over to explain what was happening, that Howl had volunteered to house the new Earth Gems, and that ‘this is Howl. They are one of my closest friends and they are incredibly kind’. It’d made them blush a steely grey at the time. Twisted up their tongue.
“Hey! Iiiiis it okay if I sit here for a minute?” The voice catches Howl off-guard. It was loud, albeit friendly, and shockingly masculine in contrast to the majority of the Crystal Gems they were used to hearing. Their eyes turn to land on him, Steven Universe, the hybrid son of Pink Diamond, and all they can do is give a stiff, slow nod. Steven chimes a ‘thanks!’ and takes a seat on the wood of the porch. The Summer Heat is back and he wipes the sweat of his hard-work from his brow.
“It’s Howlite, right?” He asks with a charming grin.
“...just Howl.” They reply. Their voice is soft, unsure. At least they had their bangs to be thankful for, a curtain of protection against the oncoming storm of social interaction that was probably going to drain every last bit of ‘Daily Energy’ that they had. Good thing they called into work today.
“Howl. Gotcha. I’m Steven,” The half-Gem originally offers out his hand that he’d just used to wipe his forehead with before he realized it, drew it back with an ‘oh!’, wiped it furiously on his jeans, and re-offered it. Howl chuckles softly, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. “--you’ve got a beautiful house here! Do you ever grow anything in these fields?”
“...no, not usually. Sometimes the neighboring farmer pays me to use the fields as overflow for their wheat but... I’ve never intentionally grown anything.” They’re half-mumbling which is frustrating them. Maybe Garnet shouldn’t have told them that Steven’s Mother used to be a Diamond. They were usually so personable... or at the very least, they had a good customer service voice. Neither of those things were coming to them now. Steven didn’t seem to mind, at least.
“Oh! That’s smart.” He says with a nod. Steven rests the palms of his hands on the wood of the deck and leans back on them with his heels dug slightly into the dirt, stretching out his hot and sore legs. He gives an over-heated sigh.
“Y’know, it might be nice for them to see that the Earth can grow and change. If you want, Peridot and Lapis grow their own small farm at their Barn. I can have them show everyone how to tend to things like corn, and pumpkins, and sunflowers. It might be a nice thing for everyone to do together.” As he talks he’s looking out at the group of his friends, some old and some new, and he has a kind look of Love across his features. It makes Howl feel a little less tense.
“--I mean! If you want to do something like that! Oh, geeze, look at me: making plans for someone else’s property. It’s already so great of you to have them all come live here, you don’t--”
“--It sounds nice.” Howl interrupts warmly. Steven just smiles with his brows twisted in apology. “Maybe... we could sell what we grow in town. Get people used to seeing them as something friendly for a change.”
Garnet had explained that the only Gem the nearby town was used to seeing was Howl, and that a rampaging Gem Beast had torn through these grounds back when she first met them, so the hesitation made sense to Steven. He gave a nod. “That sounds great! I’ll talk to Lapis and Peri as soon as they’re not busy.” Steven motions towards the three standing around the drafting table with a gesture of his head. Howl smiles softly.
“...thanks.”
At some point the Sun started to go down and construction was halted for the evening. By that time, Howl had retreated into their house to tend to the dogs that were going a little stir-crazy and shaken up by the sounds of hammering and nailguns. Garnet had joined them, and eventually so had Steven (who was a much needed breath of Excitement for the house-trapped hounds). Now that evening was falling, Amethyst and Pearl had also made their appearances. It was... strange to have their house so full. They didn’t have enough mugs for everyone to have their own tea. Garnet and Amethyst offered to go without to help with this. Pearl offered to bring more mugs. It was... nice.
“--and then, right as we thought we were done for--- WA-BAM! Smokeyquartz~” Amethyst recounts for the group. As she says ‘bam’ her fist hits into her other palm, breaking into a wiggling ‘sparkle’ of her fingers at the reveal of the Fusion’s name. It’s Steven’s turn to join into the story now, and he just as enthusiastically stands up to tell his part of how Smokey Quartz defeated Jasper, and eventually how Sardonyx had held a kind of ‘talk show’ to introduce herself to Smokey.
Howl does their best to listen, even laughing and taking their turn to tell stories they hadn’t told in thousands of years. It was... nice. It was, as they thought it would be, exhausting, but in a good way. The same kind of exhausting as tending to the puppies was, or helping townsfolk when they needed a hand with something no Human should be doing alone. It was a sleepy exhausting, not an overwhelmingly drained one.
Boastful and loud stories turned into subdued talking and more serious subjects, though nothing that crossed the line into upsetting Howlite (thank the stars). It’s around midnight when Pearl suggest that the Gems head home. Amethyst initially whines about the decision, but when she sees the bags under the half-human’s eyes and the look of tired in Howl’s, even she agrees.
Goodbyes were said, thanks were exchanged, and the Crystal Gems assured Howl that they’d be back to help with more construction tomorrow and that they’d keep an eye on things while they were away at work. Everyone filed out except for Garnet, who waited just inside the doorway for everyone to step out so she could have a word alone with her friend.
“...Thank you.” Garnet says in a low, honeyed tone. There’s a slight smile to her lips, one that might go unnoticed by anyone but Howl.
Howl brings up one of their hands to worry at the back of their neck, a soft laugh flowing over their Gem. “Don’t worry about it. They’re... nice. I’m glad I got to meet them finally. They’re everything you said they’d be, maybe more.”
Garnet hums a laugh. “You’re welcome at the Beach House whenever you want. M’ sure the Gems wouldn’t mind. Door’s always open to family, after all.” The way she says it almost makes the words missable, but that was the point. She was already walking towards the door by the time Howl’s mind had wrapped around them entirely, leaving the stormy Gem standing somewhat wide-eyed and stunned.
One of the Fusion’s hands meets the doorknob as she steps through the frame and out onto the deck.
“Goodnight Howl. Love you!” She says with a grin before shutting the door behind her softly as not to wake the puppies.
Howl’s hand twists the fabric of their shirt over their chest.
【 Commander to all,
PROTECTOR of none.
You sent them off to WAR,
I sent them back to you
I N P I E C E S.
This dog has TEETH
and it TORE them apart.
The bite STINGS just
as much as the bark.
Their B L O O D is on your hands,
just as much as on mine.
You WATCHED from afar,
I saw it in their E Y E S .
HOW can you punch
what you cannot see?
You play in my mind,
your SAD reality. 】
【 The demon you felled
bred from fire and
H A T R E D
remains
U N F E T T E R E D .
Departed by MADNESS
and S H A M E .
Without RHYME nor REASON.
Hungry claws and gnashing teeth.
Preyed upon the weak and helpless.
You, a B E A C O N .
Voice of the departed.
The spear flies true,
piercing the heavens
cracking like T H U N D E R ,
impaling a beast and
grounding a DEMON.
Chains broken.
Where it punctured, a heart should be.
It only B L E E D S . 】
【 Left to fester like a rat in the deepest cell
I screamed to the comforting NOTHINGNESS
and received your chilling S I L E N C E.
Shaken and afraid.
Cold, rampant FEAR
like raging snowstorms wailing to the wolves.
You sent a PUP to die but I have
returned with the pack DEAD at my heels.
This feeling is no illusion,
reality, I N T A N G I B L E .
A fleeting moment
of W̶̜̖̭̉Ẽ̵̜͈̟̈́Ă̴̘͛̑K̴̹̀̎̑N̷͕̺̹͛̇̔Ẹ̶̎S̸̛̯͙͚̊̍Ş̵̺̪͒͝.
H̷͔͚̔ ̷̗̫̱̔̎̓͒O̸̖̭͙̿͋̋̀ ̷̲̹̪̰̏̈́̅P̸̝̼͗̈́̀̏ ̵̢̞̲͋ͅȨ̵͖͎͑̊ ̵̡͔͉͛̒̀͜Ĺ̶̗̳̤ ̵̛̤̬͒́̈Ė̴͔̚ ̴̗̿̐̃͜S̸̰̞̫̎̎̃͜ ̶̠̳̾́̒͠S̶͈̒ ̶͙̄̈̓͠Ň̴̻͐̅ ̸͖̘̖́̊̎Ȩ̵̝̩̹͒̔ ̶̗̤̮̟͐̆S̵̢̫̈́́̚ ̵͇͐̃̂̅S̷̬̤̱͑̎̏͠ .
R̶̪̳̱̎̈́E̷̬̥͈̲̮̤̗̬͊́́͊Ḁ̴̧̥̫̜͈̱͈̥͉͊̆̔̊̈͂͊͋̈́̓̕Ĺ̵̙̦͎̭̔́̈̈́̅̆̓̈͝Į̶͇̼̳͓̱̜͕͌̄̀͜͜ͅZ̵̞̮͑̊̐̃̀̇̑̽̀͗̕A̵̢̪̰͙̖͍͖̣̟̞̓̒̈T̴̪̲̱̦̤̽͐͋̀̒̒̽I̶̺̮̝̗̋͊̎̓̈́͐̀͘͝Õ̸̖̤͍̖̖͈͌̾̌̅͌͌N̶̘̗̗̫̙̳̫̯͖̾͋̓̅͜͜
I have all of the strength in the world,
but no amount of power to make you stay.
Curl your hands around my neck,
Take my breath away.
I want to see YOUR EYES
A S T̵̲̂͝ ̸̧̮͑H̶̪́̾ ̴̺͆Ę̶̃͊ ̴̗̤̚Y̸̥̻̓ Ḑ̷͎̲́̋̓̆͐̃̒̏̃̐͛͆͆̕͘ ̷̡̢̢̧̹͙̙̜̩͖͖͉̙̫͉̭̉̄͒̉̓̒͛̽͌̆͘͘͠Ì̴̧̧̛̛̯͕͓͔̺̩̜̲͍̦̠͑̈̅̒̒̓̐̾͗̑͗̍̑̃͌̚ ̷̢̛̪̗̖̥͉͚̙̪̞̟͙̯̟̫̞̌͊͐͐̉͆̒̒̇͗̊̈́̑̓̀̚̕͝D̵͇̯̉̆ͅ.
Release me
to consoling
S T I L L N E S S . 】
He walks into his homely apartment, a sudden rush of contentment washing over him as he locks the door behind him. It wasn’t much, but it was his little escape. Aside from the casino, it’s his favorite place to be. It was his place, a small home he’d built all on his own, from basically nothing. The small windows let in the perfect amount of sunlight, there’s a small succulent trying it’s damnedest to bloom, but the leaves are turning a slight brown and Atlas is positive it’s got DAYS before it meets the same fate as all the other plants he’s attempted to keep alive {mostly gifts from his sister, he’s never had a green thumb.}
“You an’ me both lil guy.” He says with an amount of sympathy he doesn’t even show other human beings most of the time. Heated cup of ramen in one hand, bottle of cheap liquor in the other. It’s been a long day, he’s still got speckles of blood on his t-shirt. He catches the glimpse of a tattoo that’s a simple uno card and he chuckles to himself because he can’t QUITE remember why it’s there. probably to cheat at a game at some point, who knows.
His tv is out of order, it’a tiny cheap model he stole back when he first moved in. It’s only getting about three channels right now, one is some weird game show that he’s starting to actually get addicted to, and some overly wild drama he unintentionally got wrapped in. he’s rooting for the girl with dark hair, she just needs to kick this man’s ass already. The game show wins this evening, and within the next few minutes he’s shouting his own answers to guessing other people’s quirks.
His phone lights up, a text from one of his american buddies that he ignores because for some reason, this is just way more important to him. He glances at the clock again and it’s been a whole two hours, a text from his sister reminding him to eat. He’s BORED now, officially night time, he can tell because the moon looks amazing through his window.
“Borin’ as fuck.” Mutter under his breath. “Bored as hell, what about you Jupiter?” Golden eyes glance towards the mini succulent. No response, he laughs at himself. “That’s what I figured.” He stands, arms stretching over his head before exchanging a small pistol stored on the side of his arm for one of his lucky switchblade before grabbing the nearest jacket.
“Goin’ to go out, cause some hero some trouble or somethin’.” He says to no one in particular. “SOMEONE some trouble.” Atlas turns to the plant again, pointing to it as if he’s warning a child, or a pet.
“You behave yourself while i’m out.”
He shuts the door behind him, a deep breath of fresh air before sending a text to a few of his other friends.
