[It's compiling now, feeling the rawness from Noctis, and having his own rawness starting to surface. He hadn't even mourned Crowe. He hadn't even been able to give her a burial. She didn't get the accolades she deserved for her death.
And now two holes are in his brain, like bullets. The purples of his swirling mind mix with black like a slab of marble, like a storm slowly churning. If he's lightning in a bottle, there's thunder too, not quite the sound, but the feeling of thunder. The slow roll of the inevitable. The oncoming of what could bring them down.
He misses his sister. He misses his mother. He misses Crowe and even Libertus, though he's still alive as far as he knows. The stupid Nest, pulling at his heart in a way that it shouldn't be pulled.]
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Date: 2017-07-05 06:24 pm (UTC)[It's compiling now, feeling the rawness from Noctis, and having his own rawness starting to surface. He hadn't even mourned Crowe. He hadn't even been able to give her a burial. She didn't get the accolades she deserved for her death.
And now two holes are in his brain, like bullets. The purples of his swirling mind mix with black like a slab of marble, like a storm slowly churning. If he's lightning in a bottle, there's thunder too, not quite the sound, but the feeling of thunder. The slow roll of the inevitable. The oncoming of what could bring them down.
He misses his sister. He misses his mother. He misses Crowe and even Libertus, though he's still alive as far as he knows. The stupid Nest, pulling at his heart in a way that it shouldn't be pulled.]