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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ three-eyed crow
A murder of crows perched among the wasteland, posed on the rubble, and all avoided the hybrid. All save one, the boldest off them all, and the one to lead the murder so deep into Pitt territory.
The three-eyed crow’s beak pointed at Dante. Those red eyes, devoid of pupils, stared at everything and nothing. The black blight, unblinking, stared at the hybrid for a long moment. The moment dragged on, cumbersome and unwieldy, like a body dragged in the dirt, carried along by nothing more than stubbornness. Or self-hatred?
CAW! Vale’s feathers ruffled. Ve leaned forward, then back, and glanced at the crows flying above, torn between joining their flight or joining Dante below.
Recklessly, Vale decided by flinging verself at Dante. Attempting to snatch the cig from his mouth, the little bird zipped past him as nothing more than a blur.
Circling in a tight loop, Vale titled vis head one way, then the other, as ve reconsidered. But to fall back now would be a coward’s choice; the decision to steal came with its own consequences, because engaging only to flee created a precedent. An emotional line in the mind which future Vale will remember long after the event itself ended and faded from vis memory.
Landing in the ruins, Vale clawed vis way onto a jagged piece of stone.
CAW! CAW! CAW! the murder shrieked. They never understood their strange companion, the cleverest of them all but the most foolish by far.
Vale’s three eyes bored into Dante’s again. CAW! Vale called.
Wordless. How long had it been since Vale last spoke? How long since Vale’s mind thought in words, instead of snatches of images and emotions? How long since Vale remembered vis own name?
CAW! Louder. Insistent. As if Vale wasn’t trying to reach Dante at all, but the pieces of verself lost to time.
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ The three-eyed crow’s beak pointed at Dante. Those red eyes, devoid of pupils, stared at everything and nothing. The black blight, unblinking, stared at the hybrid for a long moment. The moment dragged on, cumbersome and unwieldy, like a body dragged in the dirt, carried along by nothing more than stubbornness. Or self-hatred?
CAW! Vale’s feathers ruffled. Ve leaned forward, then back, and glanced at the crows flying above, torn between joining their flight or joining Dante below.
Recklessly, Vale decided by flinging verself at Dante. Attempting to snatch the cig from his mouth, the little bird zipped past him as nothing more than a blur.
Circling in a tight loop, Vale titled vis head one way, then the other, as ve reconsidered. But to fall back now would be a coward’s choice; the decision to steal came with its own consequences, because engaging only to flee created a precedent. An emotional line in the mind which future Vale will remember long after the event itself ended and faded from vis memory.
Landing in the ruins, Vale clawed vis way onto a jagged piece of stone.
CAW! CAW! CAW! the murder shrieked. They never understood their strange companion, the cleverest of them all but the most foolish by far.
Vale’s three eyes bored into Dante’s again. CAW! Vale called.
Wordless. How long had it been since Vale last spoke? How long since Vale’s mind thought in words, instead of snatches of images and emotions? How long since Vale remembered vis own name?
CAW! Louder. Insistent. As if Vale wasn’t trying to reach Dante at all, but the pieces of verself lost to time.
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]