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howtheyshine) wrote2024-02-14 02:39 am
howtheyshine) wrote2024-02-14 02:39 am
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There's a break in the howling darkness. It's all he knows or needs to know. There's a break in his endless, roiling, bleak existence, a crack of light under a door that shouldn't exist, only exists because it's been forced.
There's a break in the darkness, and He leaps for it with abandon. Even oblivion would be better than the harrowing monotony of nightmares. He leaps, and plunges into cold and silence.
For a moment He doesn't know where he is, or maybe more accurately he is nowhere that should be. It's paralyzing, skewering, a death-beyond-death nothingness pain that lasts only for a breath--
--and then his consciousness careens into a field of firefly minds, bodies and beings, places to hide from what follows.
What follows?
He doesn't remember.
All he knows is that one of the fireflies is laced with starlight, and he streaks toward the beautiful shimmer of it without a second thought.
There's a break in the darkness, and He leaps for it with abandon. Even oblivion would be better than the harrowing monotony of nightmares. He leaps, and plunges into cold and silence.
For a moment He doesn't know where he is, or maybe more accurately he is nowhere that should be. It's paralyzing, skewering, a death-beyond-death nothingness pain that lasts only for a breath--
--and then his consciousness careens into a field of firefly minds, bodies and beings, places to hide from what follows.
What follows?
He doesn't remember.
All he knows is that one of the fireflies is laced with starlight, and he streaks toward the beautiful shimmer of it without a second thought.
time to play fast and loose with powers
[Why would it take a while?]
The armor rises in pieces from the stand, straps loosening and ties unwinding where they need to. The god might not have any human sense but vision, but he has others. Zerxus might not be able to see it, but suddenly he can feel the shape of his armor in a way he never has before. Every curve and plane stands out to Zerxus at once, every component of the metal itself, down to the flecks of rust too small to be visible yet. The essence of his armor given an outline in his mind.
[It knows you. It knows where to go.]