Merchants of Soul :: Scout v. Justice [Day Six]
Aug 3, 2016 17:14:24 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Aug 3, 2016 17:14:24 GMT -5
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if i lay really quiet
i know that what i do isn't right
i know that what i do isn't right
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The heart of the ocean is a whale. It keens its sorrows, soars into the high waters with gasps of laughter, and the whale will live until it dies — like everything else in this world. Hearts only know one kind of stillness. When the ocean dies it will cry for itself with its last breath and the whale will not close its eyes. The last thing reflected in its pupils before they turn pale will be the sun or the moon or the kindness of someone's mourning face.
Scout is not a great ocean and her heart is so much smaller than a whale, especially now. In the time she names Night that follows her murder of Emmery Johnson, she is uncertain if she even has one. There was no difference between staring at the emptiness above her and closing her eyes — no gods of the sky to look down upon her. There is nothing. Even Roger is gone. Not far, but quietly they wander apart, trying to remember who they are as individuals. Being apart from her other half feels strange, as if only now has she truly lost one of her legs. This is when she realizes she is no longer whole.
Parts of the pretty girl from Four have been carved away: flesh, bone, little pieces of her that once keened and laughed. Now she blinks and wonders what she sees. The water here is wrong, foul within and foul without, and yet she sees herself in it. Nothing lives in this ocean, although it is full of bones and evidence of former life. She isn't alone.
Paling at the sight of another face in the mist, she steadies herself upon the crutch of her sword. The weapon holds her up because she couldn't manage without it; it is part of who she is now, a leg and a tooth all at once. Here, she and Roger have slowly been eating themselves alive and she is so hungry, even though thoughts of it make her hate herself. Part of her heart is named Fray and she swings her sword at it, hoping it takes a bite out of his flesh the same way the choice to sever her quiet ties with him cuts away another piece of herself. "Neither of us are supposed to be here." Maybe they will both be lucky enough to die today. Death no longer seems as scary as what happens if she continues living.
When she takes her last breath, she does not believe kindness will be the last thing she sees.
Scout is not a great ocean and her heart is so much smaller than a whale, especially now. In the time she names Night that follows her murder of Emmery Johnson, she is uncertain if she even has one. There was no difference between staring at the emptiness above her and closing her eyes — no gods of the sky to look down upon her. There is nothing. Even Roger is gone. Not far, but quietly they wander apart, trying to remember who they are as individuals. Being apart from her other half feels strange, as if only now has she truly lost one of her legs. This is when she realizes she is no longer whole.
Parts of the pretty girl from Four have been carved away: flesh, bone, little pieces of her that once keened and laughed. Now she blinks and wonders what she sees. The water here is wrong, foul within and foul without, and yet she sees herself in it. Nothing lives in this ocean, although it is full of bones and evidence of former life. She isn't alone.
Paling at the sight of another face in the mist, she steadies herself upon the crutch of her sword. The weapon holds her up because she couldn't manage without it; it is part of who she is now, a leg and a tooth all at once. Here, she and Roger have slowly been eating themselves alive and she is so hungry, even though thoughts of it make her hate herself. Part of her heart is named Fray and she swings her sword at it, hoping it takes a bite out of his flesh the same way the choice to sever her quiet ties with him cuts away another piece of herself. "Neither of us are supposed to be here." Maybe they will both be lucky enough to die today. Death no longer seems as scary as what happens if she continues living.
When she takes her last breath, she does not believe kindness will be the last thing she sees.
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[scout attacks justice, bone sword]
jw9NPOvfsword
[miss]
[accuracy re-roll]
sword
[shallow cut on left bicep — 3.5 damage]
sword�swordjw9NPOvfsword
[miss]
[accuracy re-roll]
sword
[shallow cut on left bicep — 3.5 damage]