Quasar nodded in understanding—of course he knew, nightmares tugged at his sleep, when he could get it. The sparkledoggo bit the inside of his cheeks, restraining himself from saying the truth about that. The cicadas lie worked, hadn’t it? He didn’t need to speak the truth. He couldn’t speak the truth, even if he wanted to, but he couldn’t admit that to himself, either. Better to tiptoe around those thoughts entirely, least he wrestle with his spiraling sense of identity.
“Vaas has drugs for that,” he said, instead. He immediately regretted his decision, and felt like facepalming. But he schooled his reaction, forcing himself to keep a blank face. Rhinestonestar wouldn’t immediately think of weed, right? “It’s what works for me. I mean. With the cicadas. I don’t know if it works for nightmares. Personally, anyway.”
He shut his mouth, teeth clicking. Goddammit, he could lie better than this when he was three months old! Why was everything so hard when he already couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t think and he couldn’t just get his fucking brain to shut up for one stupid damned second so he could think. So he could feel more like himself. Like. Himself.
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
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that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are