[ why couldn't this all have been torture or murder or both instead, that would have been much easier to deal with. somehow - - somehow he bears this, even as his nausea increases at the warmth, the love being directed at himself. it's not that he viewed himself in a self disparaging way - - outside of jokes - - but it often was a great deal of energy to even put thought into what he thought of himself, let alone the idea of having that affection.
and the love for others, for the world, is somehow even more overwhelming. Absinthe kneels, curling over himself more fully, hissing like a man burned by the sun - - willing himself to not pull away entirely. ]
There's a brief apologetic feeling - from Birdity, since Levity himself is a little indisposed. Birdity doesn't really understand why it's so hard on Absinthe, but he can see that vore friend is not having a good time! Sorry about like, Levity being a good person and liking people and stuff. Including you. :(.
In a sense, the next part is easier. Or, perhaps, simply more familiar.
After all, Levity's love for people and the world is only a source, and the fruit it bears is--loneliness, despair, and such deep grief at the loss of it all. The death of a world, the loss of all the people he once loved, the blind cruelty of it all - violence wrought not by the hands of another, but by the world itself. What could their people have done to deserve it? What sin, what mistake is there to atone for with such tragedy?
What is it like, to have everything you've ever known and loved torn from you, for reasons you do not understand?
[ this part, at least, is familiar. that doesn't really make it better but there is a comfort to a sort of misery he's all too familiar with. the betrayal, the sorrow, at seeing his life and what he knew of the world fall apart before his very eyes... the person he loved most slain before him.
he's almost numb to it. his breathing slows, less stressed, though he still stays kneeled. ]
The flow of emotion, thoughts, memories, slows down, a torrent fading to a trickle. All that's really left is a quiet weariness, the desire to lie down and sleep forever and ever and ever, and never dream. After all, the journey is already over.
Silence, broken only by the sound of the waves and the quiet whistling of the wind.
Birdity lets go of Absinthe's arm gently - it looks like the job is done.
He smiles in return, though his smile is genuine, not wry.
"sometimes... all that is needed."
Slowly, Birdity unfolds himself, a little unsteadily, and heads towards the edge of the water. The storm clouds on the horizon are suddenly much closer than they were even a few moments ago, distant thunder rumbling loudly.
"you should... be able to leave now. my end comes."
of course you want to watch you absolute son of a bitch
Birdity seems a little confused at that, but then nods, turning back towards the clouds - much darker now, the wind whipping up the waves, the rumbling of thunder seeming to fill the world.
"death is... only met alone."
His shape flickers more and more, like it's harder for him to keep himself together.
"academic interest" is that what they call it these days
Birdity nods again, slowly kneeling on the sand, the waves getting up.
"moments away."
And the storm is suddenly upon you, moving as though a succession of images rather than a real thing. The thunder and wailing of the wind fills the entire world, to the point that it feels like it's cracking at the edges, and--
--there's a flash of white, and you find yourself back at the Macarenses Angle. Things are as you remember them, but the crack in the sky seems a little less wide?
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and the love for others, for the world, is somehow even more overwhelming. Absinthe kneels, curling over himself more fully, hissing like a man burned by the sun - - willing himself to not pull away entirely. ]
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There's a brief apologetic feeling - from Birdity, since Levity himself is a little indisposed. Birdity doesn't really understand why it's so hard on Absinthe, but he can see that vore friend is not having a good time! Sorry about like, Levity being a good person and liking people and stuff. Including you. :(.
In a sense, the next part is easier. Or, perhaps, simply more familiar.
After all, Levity's love for people and the world is only a source, and the fruit it bears is--loneliness, despair, and such deep grief at the loss of it all. The death of a world, the loss of all the people he once loved, the blind cruelty of it all - violence wrought not by the hands of another, but by the world itself. What could their people have done to deserve it? What sin, what mistake is there to atone for with such tragedy?
What is it like, to have everything you've ever known and loved torn from you, for reasons you do not understand?
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he's almost numb to it. his breathing slows, less stressed, though he still stays kneeled. ]
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Silence, broken only by the sound of the waves and the quiet whistling of the wind.
Birdity lets go of Absinthe's arm gently - it looks like the job is done.
"thank... you."
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I've hardly done much but stand here.
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"sometimes... all that is needed."
Slowly, Birdity unfolds himself, a little unsteadily, and heads towards the edge of the water. The storm clouds on the horizon are suddenly much closer than they were even a few moments ago, distant thunder rumbling loudly.
"you should... be able to leave now. my end comes."
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[ mildly, the oncoming storm not seeming to alarm him. ]
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Birdity seems a little confused at that, but then nods, turning back towards the clouds - much darker now, the wind whipping up the waves, the rumbling of thunder seeming to fill the world.
"death is... only met alone."
His shape flickers more and more, like it's harder for him to keep himself together.
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Back the way I came, then?
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Birdity nods again, slowly kneeling on the sand, the waves getting up.
"moments away."
And the storm is suddenly upon you, moving as though a succession of images rather than a real thing. The thunder and wailing of the wind fills the entire world, to the point that it feels like it's cracking at the edges, and--
--there's a flash of white, and you find yourself back at the Macarenses Angle. Things are as you remember them, but the crack in the sky seems a little less wide?
And looks like there's someone else here...