𝕚ɾ𐐫n ℓung & projɛct ჩᨡ𝕚ℓ ოaɾy ຣp𑄜ıใɛ𝕣𑂘. 𓈒 ۪ ݁͜๑ ᣟ 𓐇۪ 𓏴 ࣪
the concept of simon praying to everything, “it’s bigger than me.”, fighting as much as possible, holding on to desperate hope even as he has to rip off his own arm. the concept of him surviving, by some miracle, and then grace and rocky finding him floating in space, suspended in motion, gills and sharp teeth over his face, covering his human features, almost so the two companions decide to leave him—but they decide to go after him, and then grace heals simon, nursing him back to health, and rocky makes a prosthetic arm out of rock, and 🫰🫰 and and🫰🫰
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