[ The longer this goes on, the less distant it all feels. The poison, the missing hand, the injuries he's been ignoring. There's so much pain, and there's still that distant hurt, the one that settles like rot at his core, the one that ripped open wide a gateway for that corruption to settle into, like an evil bird settling in amongst the bones and rotting corpses that was everything he was. Like it saw his roost, and stole it like a jay finding a comfortable, well fitting home.
Vergilius jacket feels familiar under his fingers. How many times had he grabbed it, and tugged it down? How many times had he brushed dirt off of it? Was that just an excuse to touch him?
They both wanted it, whatever it was, something they refused to define, because definition meant that it was tangible, and once it was tangible, couldn't it be taken away? Wasn't it already in danger of being taken away? By himself? Who should he fear here, except his own foolishness. ]
Very well β [ It's not really a decision as it is like excavating the roost. At Silco's core is that lovely man, terrified of being left alone again. He's filled it with so many different things, trying to ease that black hole, but it consumes everything. Still, it consumes, but maybe it's a little bit smaller, doesn't fit the corruption in quite the same way. ]
β You're worth every krypto, you know.
[ And maybe even worth waiting to burn the world for. ]
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Vergilius jacket feels familiar under his fingers. How many times had he grabbed it, and tugged it down? How many times had he brushed dirt off of it? Was that just an excuse to touch him?
They both wanted it, whatever it was, something they refused to define, because definition meant that it was tangible, and once it was tangible, couldn't it be taken away? Wasn't it already in danger of being taken away? By himself? Who should he fear here, except his own foolishness. ]
Very well β [ It's not really a decision as it is like excavating the roost. At Silco's core is that lovely man, terrified of being left alone again. He's filled it with so many different things, trying to ease that black hole, but it consumes everything. Still, it consumes, but maybe it's a little bit smaller, doesn't fit the corruption in quite the same way. ]
β You're worth every krypto, you know.
[ And maybe even worth waiting to burn the world for. ]