[ hello alfyn, caelus is outside the gas station, half-inside the trash can.
the lid has been politely set aside as he roots around, seeking who knows what. treasure. a fortune all his own.
he lifts his head and starts to smile, starts to greet the other, but then darkness intercepts and they're whisked away to a land of snow somewhere across the universe.
it might be a trip, following along as caelus races and climbs and leaps upon that ancient machine. time and again, he's about to lose his grip or fail to make a landing, but one of his companions has his back. so, he can't fail them.
he doesn't know why he's able to follow his own will and not the voice of the stellaron inside him. it's not fair that cocolia couldn't ward off its false promises, that she now battles on behalf of the end of her world.
she kills him. tries to, anyway. awakens, instead, a sense of preservation. caelus' end has been foretold. this isn't it.
this concludes in a daughter losing her mother, a feeling caelus will never quite understand. it hurts, anyway. bronya doesn't deserve to suffer.
they return to scawwy, the present, their individual minds and memories. caelus burns inside. he picks up the trashcan lid and sets it back in place. ]
week2 monday;
the lid has been politely set aside as he roots around, seeking who knows what. treasure. a fortune all his own.
he lifts his head and starts to smile, starts to greet the other, but then darkness intercepts and they're whisked away to a land of snow somewhere across the universe.
cocolia has fallen to a stellaron.
it might be a trip, following along as caelus races and climbs and leaps upon that ancient machine. time and again, he's about to lose his grip or fail to make a landing, but one of his companions has his back. so, he can't fail them.
he doesn't know why he's able to follow his own will and not the voice of the stellaron inside him. it's not fair that cocolia couldn't ward off its false promises, that she now battles on behalf of the end of her world.
she kills him. tries to, anyway. awakens, instead, a sense of preservation. caelus' end has been foretold. this isn't it.
this concludes in a daughter losing her mother, a feeling caelus will never quite understand. it hurts, anyway. bronya doesn't deserve to suffer.
they return to scawwy, the present, their individual minds and memories. caelus burns inside. he picks up the trashcan lid and sets it back in place. ]