06-11-2024, 01:21 PM
the hardest thing to me is facing the fear i live
no one can help me now, it’s under my heart!
Xanti began the morning with green leaf tea and a morning meditation. During this time, Vale burst in with an explosion of black feathers. The two didn’t speak, but Vale cackled as xe spat fire to torches and the wood beneath a cauldron—and the kettle for Xanti’s tea—and, at some point, Xanti sneezed from a stray feather.
Vale hadn’t much time for chit-chat (something about Requiem and lava buffer overflow error?), but the raven dropped off a collection of poetry for Kane. Silvia Plath’s Ariel. Edgar Allan Poe. Tao Te Ching, which seemed to be the closest thing Vale had to a Bible. Then a caw of a goodbye, another burst of gore, and—now a vulture—xe flew out of the Doctor’s caves.
In Vale’s absence: silence. The bubble of boiling water. The occasional clatter of metal-on-metal or a splash.
Silence, even when Xanti began xyr work. In full view of Kane. Today’s work? Two bush vipers with one non-sentient and the other hissing curses until, well, the dissection began.
All the while, the cheetahcore lazily blinked at the two snakes as they depleted into a collection of parts. Xanti didn’t touch anything; xyr telekinesis, conjuration, and assortment of other minor magics kept xyr paws tucked beneath xyr body. Xe was unmoving serenity and focus.
The dissections seemed to conclude arbitrarily. Xanti stopped writing down notes, stopped weighing individual organs. The floating surgical tools neatly tucked themselves into a boiling cauldron.
One of the snake’s eyes drifted to Xanti, and xe chomped it. This was, perhaps, the only movement the cheetah had made in over two hours.
Xe ate the treat. Wiggled xyr jaw until it popped. And then xyr golden eyes slid to Kane’s cell.
“I suppose I’ve been a terrible neighbor. But, as far as prisoners go, you’re tolerable.”
Vale hadn’t much time for chit-chat (something about Requiem and lava buffer overflow error?), but the raven dropped off a collection of poetry for Kane. Silvia Plath’s Ariel. Edgar Allan Poe. Tao Te Ching, which seemed to be the closest thing Vale had to a Bible. Then a caw of a goodbye, another burst of gore, and—now a vulture—xe flew out of the Doctor’s caves.
In Vale’s absence: silence. The bubble of boiling water. The occasional clatter of metal-on-metal or a splash.
Silence, even when Xanti began xyr work. In full view of Kane. Today’s work? Two bush vipers with one non-sentient and the other hissing curses until, well, the dissection began.
All the while, the cheetahcore lazily blinked at the two snakes as they depleted into a collection of parts. Xanti didn’t touch anything; xyr telekinesis, conjuration, and assortment of other minor magics kept xyr paws tucked beneath xyr body. Xe was unmoving serenity and focus.
The dissections seemed to conclude arbitrarily. Xanti stopped writing down notes, stopped weighing individual organs. The floating surgical tools neatly tucked themselves into a boiling cauldron.
One of the snake’s eyes drifted to Xanti, and xe chomped it. This was, perhaps, the only movement the cheetah had made in over two hours.
Xe ate the treat. Wiggled xyr jaw until it popped. And then xyr golden eyes slid to Kane’s cell.
“I suppose I’ve been a terrible neighbor. But, as far as prisoners go, you’re tolerable.”
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UNEXPECTED YET EXPECTED —
— i wanted to hate / i wanted to die / i wanted to see you sacrificed / i had to deal with the fear you gave me / but you fucker never tried to help me / i was jealous and i was scared / nobody ever replaced my pain / to say i’m not evil, to tell I’m not bad / too late, i’m lost in human nature / leave me be / set me free / leave me be / set me free / the hardest thing to me is facing the fear i live / no one can help me now, it’s under my heart / i’ll come to know the living, my demons are inside / i’ll bring them all to light / ———— emerged from the dark I come to life!