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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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...