08-10-2019, 03:59 AM
❝ MAKING MY OWN ROAD OUT OF GRAVEL AND SOME WINE; IF I HAVE TO FALL THEN IT WON'T BE IN YOUR LINE—I'M A BLACK SHEEP ❞
Vandal hears the yelp of pain first, wincing in guilt when she scrambles to the edge of the porch and peers down, all the way down to the jungle floor; her eyes land on Idyllfields and she smiles embarrassedly at having been caught littering. "Ah, m'sorry for that," she calls out to the other Typhooner. "I didn't even see you down there! Could you..." She stops, thinks, would she really ask the other to dispose of the journal on her behalf, instead of doing it on her own?
No. It has to be something she does, even when it doesn't seem to have worked the first time. Maybe she should just go ahead and burn it. "Could you bring that up here? There should be some, ah, some spiral stairs to the third tree trunk to your right. Jus' mind the gaps? Or I could go down there if you want."
Her rambling tapers off when she notices Starlightbrigade on the porch, showing interest in the structures looming behind them. A small smile curls on the black beast's face as she looks over her shoulder, stares at the main treehouse herself with pride. "Yeah, I made these a year ago, though I did have a bit of help from the others. It's... it's a..." She stops then, sucks her teeth as she tries to determine how best to describe the wooden megastructure now that the people who have made it a home have mostly died or disappeared into the tides of history. It's a husk, really, but she doesn't think that's what Starry would like to hear. "It's a place to stay if you've got nowhere to go. You pick a hut, yeah? Any hut you want, and it's yours, and you can do whatever you want with it, and your hut is connected to other huts that belong to other people, and that way you never feel lonely."
She hadn't meant to say the last part, but when she realizes she did, she snaps her jaws shut and recoils a little, looking a little stunned herself. "That was... extra," she murmurs under her breath. "Forget that last part, okay? It's just a place to chill in, nothing special."
No. It has to be something she does, even when it doesn't seem to have worked the first time. Maybe she should just go ahead and burn it. "Could you bring that up here? There should be some, ah, some spiral stairs to the third tree trunk to your right. Jus' mind the gaps? Or I could go down there if you want."
Her rambling tapers off when she notices Starlightbrigade on the porch, showing interest in the structures looming behind them. A small smile curls on the black beast's face as she looks over her shoulder, stares at the main treehouse herself with pride. "Yeah, I made these a year ago, though I did have a bit of help from the others. It's... it's a..." She stops then, sucks her teeth as she tries to determine how best to describe the wooden megastructure now that the people who have made it a home have mostly died or disappeared into the tides of history. It's a husk, really, but she doesn't think that's what Starry would like to hear. "It's a place to stay if you've got nowhere to go. You pick a hut, yeah? Any hut you want, and it's yours, and you can do whatever you want with it, and your hut is connected to other huts that belong to other people, and that way you never feel lonely."
She hadn't meant to say the last part, but when she realizes she did, she snaps her jaws shut and recoils a little, looking a little stunned herself. "That was... extra," she murmurs under her breath. "Forget that last part, okay? It's just a place to chill in, nothing special."
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON