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Staring mutely at the destroyed home, Rosemary froze. The witch said nothing for a long time. She only breathed, in and out, in breathes that varied as widely as the deepest possible to hyperventilating. Her mind raced beneath the stillness of her body, and she would’ve screamed. But screaming solved nothing.
“If there’s a scent trail… then we should investigate,” she muttered, barely loud enough for the others to hear. She could only respond to Corruptedtimelines.
Danny…? Gone. Possibly dead. And Vanye? Also missing.
Anxiety’s fist clenched her heart so hard she thought she might be experiencing a heart attack. The world spun, for a time, but her paws remained rooted to the soil. She didn’t dare move. If she moved, she would fall, fall, fall into a dark abyss like an eternal dreamless sleep. Like death.
Rosemary’s four eyes half-closed. She breathed in. And out.
“A funeral…” the responsibility for that fell on the soothsayers. But Rosemary, despite all her healing knowledge, all her time as a soothsayer, never held one. Her social anxiety, her hermitness, her brainfunk, whatever the fuck she wanted to call it, always surged.
But what remained of the pirates needed her. So she didn’t have a choice, did she? Goldie couldn’t do this alone. Maybe, once. But not now.
“If he doesn’t return… then… maybe.” Her jaw clenched so tight. The first ache of a budding migraine buzzed in her teeth.
[/td][/tr][/table]“If there’s a scent trail… then we should investigate,” she muttered, barely loud enough for the others to hear. She could only respond to Corruptedtimelines.
Danny…? Gone. Possibly dead. And Vanye? Also missing.
Anxiety’s fist clenched her heart so hard she thought she might be experiencing a heart attack. The world spun, for a time, but her paws remained rooted to the soil. She didn’t dare move. If she moved, she would fall, fall, fall into a dark abyss like an eternal dreamless sleep. Like death.
Rosemary’s four eyes half-closed. She breathed in. And out.
“A funeral…” the responsibility for that fell on the soothsayers. But Rosemary, despite all her healing knowledge, all her time as a soothsayer, never held one. Her social anxiety, her hermitness, her brainfunk, whatever the fuck she wanted to call it, always surged.
But what remained of the pirates needed her. So she didn’t have a choice, did she? Goldie couldn’t do this alone. Maybe, once. But not now.
“If he doesn’t return… then… maybe.” Her jaw clenched so tight. The first ache of a budding migraine buzzed in her teeth.
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?