12-06-2020, 06:54 AM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
Beck. Sweet, cynical, troublemaking Beck. It felt like just yesterday that she'd stumbled into the territory to be greeted by the stark contrast of Beck and Morgan. She'd certainly admired the ghost kid, nearly following him like a little lost puppy when she was still learning about things, getting to know the place, as a much younger Arrow. It was sort of funny that she was walking around as a ghost now. "I severely underestimated how much it sucks ass to be a ghost. Beck had touched on it, briefly, but it's not like any of us could have really known." She chose almost immediately to not tell Aurum about how muted everything felt, that hot and cold were mere afterthoughts, that even as he reached forward and stuck his paw through her, she only felt something vaguely similar to touch, and it left her feeling empty and distant. Sometimes she could still taste the overwhelming, sickening amount of blood, even though she had no more failing organs to self destruct and rip themselves apart in the deep recesses of her core.
Her smile could have matched Aurum's when he admitted looking up to her, her of all people. The crude and stupid, "hold my beer and watch this", rat bastard that she was. "You're gonna get me all emotional, big boy. I just woke up." Did she know much about the angel? No. Did she still respect his inhuman patience and talent for adopting every kid that ever needed someone to look up to? Absolutely. She could have been a lot better, a lot smarter, if she had met the lion under much different circumstances. She was absolutely not a good role model for the kids. It only made it sadder that he was struggling, that they were all struggling.
"I think that's why I'm here." Arrow looked up at the intertwining branches of one of the trees, then back at Aurum. Her chest felt tighter. "People don't just come back. I didn't wake up to the sound of birds and bugs for no reason. Guess my soul ain't happy with the distress." Her bony shoulders sank, and there was a bitter taste in her mouth as the realization sank in that she didn't get to come back on her own, and didn't get to speak with any of the people she cared about more than words could describe on top of it all. It was a cruel joke and twist of fate is what it was. Sparked by the events that had unfolded above her silent bones buried somewhere beneath the land. She looked like the very personification of misery. Her voice quivered in a way that felt so unnatural to her, as if she'd cry at any given moment. "I just don't know why it was only me."
Beck. Sweet, cynical, troublemaking Beck. It felt like just yesterday that she'd stumbled into the territory to be greeted by the stark contrast of Beck and Morgan. She'd certainly admired the ghost kid, nearly following him like a little lost puppy when she was still learning about things, getting to know the place, as a much younger Arrow. It was sort of funny that she was walking around as a ghost now. "I severely underestimated how much it sucks ass to be a ghost. Beck had touched on it, briefly, but it's not like any of us could have really known." She chose almost immediately to not tell Aurum about how muted everything felt, that hot and cold were mere afterthoughts, that even as he reached forward and stuck his paw through her, she only felt something vaguely similar to touch, and it left her feeling empty and distant. Sometimes she could still taste the overwhelming, sickening amount of blood, even though she had no more failing organs to self destruct and rip themselves apart in the deep recesses of her core.
Her smile could have matched Aurum's when he admitted looking up to her, her of all people. The crude and stupid, "hold my beer and watch this", rat bastard that she was. "You're gonna get me all emotional, big boy. I just woke up." Did she know much about the angel? No. Did she still respect his inhuman patience and talent for adopting every kid that ever needed someone to look up to? Absolutely. She could have been a lot better, a lot smarter, if she had met the lion under much different circumstances. She was absolutely not a good role model for the kids. It only made it sadder that he was struggling, that they were all struggling.
"I think that's why I'm here." Arrow looked up at the intertwining branches of one of the trees, then back at Aurum. Her chest felt tighter. "People don't just come back. I didn't wake up to the sound of birds and bugs for no reason. Guess my soul ain't happy with the distress." Her bony shoulders sank, and there was a bitter taste in her mouth as the realization sank in that she didn't get to come back on her own, and didn't get to speak with any of the people she cared about more than words could describe on top of it all. It was a cruel joke and twist of fate is what it was. Sparked by the events that had unfolded above her silent bones buried somewhere beneath the land. She looked like the very personification of misery. Her voice quivered in a way that felt so unnatural to her, as if she'd cry at any given moment. "I just don't know why it was only me."