wait!
wait wait wait
a voice rises from the cluster of trees; desperate? pleading? ghostly? lapis lazuli gaze searches searches searches and does not see the source of the voice. unfamiliar. imagined imagined imagined
and then he is startled when she appears from the foamy, bioluminescent touched waters of the shore. he turns around to face her wild wild wild; pupils round as saucers nearly swallowing the jewel blue whole. ghost? real? scarab's seawater and sand crusted hackles bristle; uncertain even as she sputters and pants out an apology.
hello.
only moments ago he's yearned for company. hadn't fingers reached for something someone and returned grasping empty cold air? still, scarab cannot be sure sure sure. was she wish fulfillment of his fractured mind? of the fever and the sin sin sin he had committed to survive during the famine?
scarab's lips part and a small cracking croak comes out instead of a word. he doesn't remember the last time he spoke. months. does he remember how? he tries to mimic the word he knows and understands in his mind with his mouth, with his tongue but neither appear to want to cooperate.
wait wait wait
a voice rises from the cluster of trees; desperate? pleading? ghostly? lapis lazuli gaze searches searches searches and does not see the source of the voice. unfamiliar. imagined imagined imagined
and then he is startled when she appears from the foamy, bioluminescent touched waters of the shore. he turns around to face her wild wild wild; pupils round as saucers nearly swallowing the jewel blue whole. ghost? real? scarab's seawater and sand crusted hackles bristle; uncertain even as she sputters and pants out an apology.
hello.
only moments ago he's yearned for company. hadn't fingers reached for something someone and returned grasping empty cold air? still, scarab cannot be sure sure sure. was she wish fulfillment of his fractured mind? of the fever and the sin sin sin he had committed to survive during the famine?
scarab's lips part and a small cracking croak comes out instead of a word. he doesn't remember the last time he spoke. months. does he remember how? he tries to mimic the word he knows and understands in his mind with his mouth, with his tongue but neither appear to want to cooperate.
“it's a quality of the gods
to see a creature with its back broken
and be unmoved —”
to see a creature with its back broken
and be unmoved —”
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out of chaos came the light - by Scarab - April 15, 2020, 02:21 PM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Helen Sora - April 15, 2020, 10:22 PM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Scarab - April 16, 2020, 04:23 AM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Helen Sora - April 16, 2020, 09:50 PM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Scarab - April 17, 2020, 10:41 AM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Helen Sora - April 18, 2020, 04:03 AM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Scarab - April 18, 2020, 05:13 AM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Helen Sora - April 18, 2020, 10:17 PM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Scarab - April 19, 2020, 06:03 AM
RE: out of chaos came the light - by Helen Sora - April 19, 2020, 10:29 PM