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do not go gentle into that good night - Hogo - February 23, 2019
oh god why was he like this. a whole month had passed and he still barely knew anyone at stormrift. everyday he’d get himself hyped to meet some new faces, only to talk himself out of it again. ”they probably don’t have time for small talk.” “they’ll be annoyed.” “they have better things to do.” each time he told himself these things the more he believed them to be true. it was discouraging.
every now and then he’d stray away from the bay at night. something beckoned him. maybe it was that mysterious star chaser, the only wolf he’d ever talked to other than ford. sometimes he would return to that quarry just for the slight chance he’d see him again. he was never there. maybe he was merely a hallucination, a friend in this new world.
the night had called to him again. he mindlessly floated away from the sea, towards that dip in the earth. he wanted to see something. hogo neared the edge and peered down below. nothing. he sighed. i’m so pathetic.
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - Ronnie - March 10, 2019
he's thinking about throwing himself off the edge. it'd be so convenient. well — not for the first few moments, the scant seconds that separate falling from squishing — but after that... actually he doesn't know how convenient it'd be. he'd probably end up in hell. assuming this isn't hell, but then —
oh shit there's a dude. he stands abruptly, swaying a little, and takes a few steps toward the figure. he must be lonely, he thinks. "hey," he croaks, voice rough from disuse. "you kinda look like a guy i killed. but less old." and darker, he decides, studying him further. maybe he won't kill this one.
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - Hogo - March 14, 2019
he nearly slipped over the edge when he hears the voice and his startled cry pierced the air. luckily he was able to regain his footing and he turned to the man and smiled like nothing ever happened. his next words flew over his head for a moment and he laughs before he pieces together what was said. there is a noticeable anxious tune in his voice now.
“heh, it’s definitely not creepy when some random guy comes outta nowhere in the middle of the night comparing you to a guy he killed.” he hadn’t noticed that he had taken a couple steps back. “yeeeeep. not at all.”