06-06-2024, 05:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2024, 06:02 PM by LUCIA S. Edited 1 time in total.)
(i can’’t be saved) reaching for the life I threw away
watching as it circles in the drain
One of the cabbit’s long ears swiveled to Branwen. A few beats later, Lucia swiveled her neck to properly look at her friend. Another moment for her miserable expression to fade into a slight smile. However, the stress in her posture and the heaviness in her pink eyes didn’t fade.
“That’d be a huge help.” Lucia twisted to her left, then bit the buckle to undo the strap. When the belt keeping the net tethered to her waist dropped away, so too did the agony in her abdomen decrease. She really needed to figure out a better way to tether the net to her body while swimming, while walking back.
Now that a considerable source of strain was removed, the cabbit sighed and shook out her paws properly. Then batted, with a paw, at each of her long ears. When she’d first arrived in the congregation, it’d taken her a while to get used to the frigid waters and the near-hypothermia symptoms. But she’d adapted. She was proud of adapting.
Was this an acceptable way to live? Was it really better here? No, she’d made her choice; she couldn’t go back to Meteor.
Lucia grinned at Branwen. Her teeth still chattered. Her abdomen still throbbed. But, by the gods, the pain would be there no matter what she did, why not live?
“Ha, I feel better already with that weight off me!” Her grin widened. “Come on, you help me lug that home and you get second pick on the first portion of cooked shellfish. After me, of course. I grabbed the fuckers through ice cold and hellish pain.”
Her grin flickered with a bit of doubt. Advice from Vale echoed in her head: Psh, they call us antisocial… what are prosocials, if not happy to serve? Then words from Meteor: Antisocials are not defective. We’re born to lead the prosocials.
But she wasn’t so sure. She was more like a parasite, wasn’t she? A shameless, guiltless parasite.