IT WAS under water. deep, churning, ever chaotic sea. merciless / mercurial / malignant. infested with salt, drawing moisture until the throat was parched & skin cracked, dry, in the ocean that held a thousand drops of iron & steel. it was under volcanoes. hot & crackling with magmatic fire & burning ash. brilliant. iridescent. bright & bleeding lava flowing, the very air warping from the instability & sheer heat that pressed ‘gainst their chests like a heavy weight. a real pressure. vaguely person shaped with the lips parted & soundless. no word could pass through entropy. dispersed as soon as it formed in the slide of inexorable unwinding.
& aaron almost floated. almost went untethered into the breach because of this because of this anger. this unbelievable blight of emotion & rage that died in opalescent smiles & broken grounds. it felt like a home with dark spaces & an uncle who represented failing growth & the stigma of being soft. taught them : people were cruel / they could only trust each other.
her touch. aaron closed his eyes, the supernova folding back into himself as sea receded & volcanic activity died. it ended in a whisper. it ended in anger. it ended in nothing at all as he took a breath to calm himself.
❛ he called us immoral. ❜ & his eyes opened. his voice cracked. impossibly small, impossible mortal. he was b r e a k i n g & the world had more steel to drive through his heart. ❛ he called us worse than jefferson. a dangerous disgrace. ❜
convincing a man to burn has never been an issue. they will wilt and rise beneath her eyes, persuasion woven so tightly against her skin that it is hard to separate woman and word. this stumble is by the action of the one man they had not been able to sway ( * we learned that from you! ), a direct result of his pettiness. how could he not see change; he, who had placed to much faith in things he had yet to do?
it is too much heat / too little war, too much sacrifice / too little victory. it is siblings, alone in the ocean, neck deep in a strange cross of self pity and outward hatred. emotions, so usually contained, should be allowed to erupt. every friend they had lost had been able to explode, reckless and impulsive - when they do the same, they are demons, hellspawn clawing their way through throngs of mortal man. she holds his elbow tightly, anchoring herself to the plane of familiarity.
❛ this will not slide by, aaron. ❜ they have set a standard for themselves, now. their ability to stand has been noted by the people, taken under wing by those paying attention. should they lie back now, they would lose what little they had gained.
as he writes his way out, so they will pen their way in -- barge into his legacy with eyes ablaze, seize the quill and indent the pages of history by any means necessary. ❛ this must be met by an immediate disembowel or acknowledgement. he will answer to this. ❜
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