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“ Oh, of course he did. I expected nothing less from him, ” Sersi replies, rolling her eyes in mock irritation. “ I think I’ll name them something human, since they’ll be born and live here. And as for if they’ll be a thinker or fighter, I think they could be both. Who knows? They won’t be made in the World Forge like we were, so who’s to say really? ” And if he or she chose to be neither, Sersi wouldn’t stop them. She can afford them the choice, now, and she’s forever grateful for that.

“ Well, anyway I think that being a thinker is just as cool as being a fighter. I know you might not agree, but it is. ”

                     “ hey, ” sprite says with a frown. “ i never said there’s nothing wrong with being a thinker. i happen to quite LIKE my power. ” a pause, “ i just think it would be  a w e s o m e  if they were physical so then i could maybe make a heard of rhinos to attack deviants with, you know? ”

she’s joking. ( sort of ).

                    “ i mean the great thing about our names if anything, is they are pretty gender-neutral if you think about. or i guess.. MINE is at least. ” sprite ponders for a moment. “ i like jamie. for a girl or a boy. ”

| @eternxlsprite the response !

heart pounded within his chest. everywhere was chaos . the dark haired male heard the creature snort. he couldn’t move. the wolf instincts were kicking it. it wanted to fight but he didn’t . when the young girl told him to run, he did . heart pounded as he ran. the deviant seemed to take interest in the girl but not him . his eyes glowed bright gold . he shakes his head.

“ i am running ! ” san says . he wanted to fight ? why did he want to do that ?

the wall is enough of a distraction for now but it’s not long before the creature lifts a paw and swipes through illusion. a dark  s n a r l  sweeps across it’s features. 

                     “ well... shit. ” she mutters to herself. “ HEY! what’s over there? ” she calls, fingers glowing once more as she points off to the west. 

a version of herself stands there, waving innocently. and as the deviant’s attention is taken, the original sprite turns on her heel and runs. she catches up the male she’d spoken to only thirty seconds before.

“ i do not belong here, you all CLEARLY do. but i’m a good pretender. ” sprite mumbles. whether the words are heard or not, she doesn’t quite seem to care about. but there’s a heaviness in her tone until her head lifts, and she offers sersi a pained sort of a smile. one that’s meant to tell the other eternal not to worry.

there isn’t much more sprite can do as she ushers the panicked masses out of the way of the oncoming deviant. she splays her fingers, golden orbs encompassing the tips as she skids to a halt in front of a crowd, throwing up a FAKE brick wall before them. the deviant comes skidding to a halt and sprite turns to yell over her shoulder,

she stumbles, clasping a bleeding wound in her side. this is why sersi tells her not to go wandering at night isn’t it? she really only has herself to blame and DAMMIT, fuck, this hurts. she’s ashamed really, that she didn’t see it come. a fighter she may not be, she is an ETERNAL and she should have gotten out of that unscathed. 

but  N O . instead it’s one in the morning, she’s down a wallet. and up one grievous wound. great. and as the blood flow only increases she pushes her self-respect aside.

                      “ we are done with acting EVIL. we will lay our weapons down. we're all damaged, we're all frightened. we're all  f r e a k s  but that's alright. we'll endure it, we'll SURVIVE it. ”

it’s an INSTANT regret that comes from turning on family. for letting the war of something they cannot control get in between each and every one of them. and whether it was the rock to the back of the head that got her to see sense or just a moment of much-needed  c l a r i t y , sprite knows that ikaris won’t come around quite as easy as her.

the way the sobs WRACK her body with such a force that it shakes her from her shoulders to her knees. the tears streaming down her cheeks, staining pale skin and turning eyes a blood-shot kind of red. she’s kept it all in for so  l o n g . and it all took was a question and it all spills out into an incomprehensible mess.

she sits, crossed legged upon a seat of stone; the hubbub of babylon chattering below them. there’s a smile on her face. a true smile. the one she has no clue she’ll lose as the centuries pass by. but for now, she GRINS at kingo, lighting up her fingers for the hundredth time in a day and pulling the stars down from the sky.

“ don’t blame yourself. cause you tried as hard as hell with the hand that you were dealt. ” sprite pushes, her hands cupping either side of ikaris’ cheeks as she urges him to believe her. eyes bore into his. she isn’t about to let him give up. 

                    “ don't BLAME, get on your feet. enough ‘ poor me ’, if you got time to bitch and WHINE, well, there's still time to try again. ”