07-29-2018, 11:42 PM
it is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness
Raptors, pests at best. Laughter, deep and touched with a hint of mocking, rang through their head as the words rose unbidden, surprise registering in widened eyes and a tightening to their lips. Slowly their curiosity of the dinosaurs faded as Owen spoke, tongue clicking against the roof of their mouth. The names put to each were unfamiliar yet such proved of no surprise, their life was short and had been contained only to the island, news slow to travel towards them for what use was there in a child knowing what was going on when they had no hand in any of it.
“Get used ta it fucka,” speaking through a sneer as they noticed the response to their words they found a short bark of laughter escaping them, pale tongue poking through their teeth before they blew him a raspberry. Was it going too far? Possibly, but they held no fear and knew well their father would not permit another to lay a claw upon them, his status as Captain enough to mean they were safe from most harm. By far Aita was not the worst, even amongst their broken little family the child dared push their boundaries so far.
A roll of their shoulders, head tilting to one side as the two spoke again, disinterested for the most part. “Gotta drink da juice firs, fuc ya up real good.” Speaking somewhat lightly of the entrance ritual and the hallucinogenic, their own experiences only extending towards those they had seen coming back, visibly shaken and for some changed from the experience.
[align=center]“Get used ta it fucka,” speaking through a sneer as they noticed the response to their words they found a short bark of laughter escaping them, pale tongue poking through their teeth before they blew him a raspberry. Was it going too far? Possibly, but they held no fear and knew well their father would not permit another to lay a claw upon them, his status as Captain enough to mean they were safe from most harm. By far Aita was not the worst, even amongst their broken little family the child dared push their boundaries so far.
A roll of their shoulders, head tilting to one side as the two spoke again, disinterested for the most part. “Gotta drink da juice firs, fuc ya up real good.” Speaking somewhat lightly of the entrance ritual and the hallucinogenic, their own experiences only extending towards those they had seen coming back, visibly shaken and for some changed from the experience.
two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings