FAR FROM THE STARS | Joining - Printable Version

//I had my whole freaking thing written out and then I lost it
Thea's face fell as both the joiner, and Suiteheart, told her no.

While Shininglight and Washington dealt with trauma, in their own ways, Thea was blissfully unaware of the feelings that often came with taking a life, the horror, the guilt, the sadness. Maybe because of the way she had been raised, to believe as long as she won, anything was okay. To smile, and everything would be fine. So the pride and happiness that she had won where all she felt when taking somebody's life, to kill along with them their hopes and dreams, and carve a hole in the hearts of their loved ones. She just never experienced it.

That was the fairy tale she believed, even with the cracks around the edges. If she ever came to the realization that that was completely wrong, that everything she worked for, the dreams she had, the sacrifices she made, were for nothing but a false truth implanted in her head by her parents, it would probably break the young cub, who's mind and emotional state were already as fragile as glass as it was.

But it wasn't obvious, as Thea offered Shininglight a grin, and chirped, "Well, then, even if you don't wanna fight, mister, that's fine! Welcome to the Ascendents, anyways!"

Was it possible for somebody to have paws stained in blood, yet remain so childlike and carefree?

And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,

He knew trauma - his whole family knew it by grace of age and the many tinges of tragedy alone.

and he would always be regretful he could not spare his sister's descendants the grudge brn from the very monster that so haunted their steps - that so wove the tragedy in all their lives,

it had taken his before after all, self sacrificial or not.

duotne eyes of rose quartz set in deep black and pure white light observed the scene carefully - severe face a solemn mask as he watched the blue spirit - seemingly familiar with this old soul, even if the other had forgotten him,

he'd seen this before, in the haunted eyes of a nephew thought lost to the monster - not lost it had turned out,

not that what the years had done to him under that creature was any better - he still remembered the shudders and paranoia that had followed his eldest nephew around, the flinches from every sudden movement and the calm facade that fell down when he believed closing off was the better than defending himself from accusations.

he'd also been in that position once - left bereft while his carcass, as for all intents and purposes he might as well have been then, was chained to the whim of the mad end - and when the chrysalis of red red red had been broken, he'd barely remebered himself in time to act.

the deity watched on quietly as he joined the others, starlit fur dipped in the ink of the galaxy painted across his form glowed idly in the late day and with the ruminations one ink and star speckled paw raised to absentmindedly paw at the section his collar covered - the scar.

he wouldn't interrupt unless addressed - the eldest grimm feeling the need to give the other two space.

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