Today is self-indulgent day! So I know mobile tumblr users cannot see the handy links and shortcuts I’ve made on my tumblr, but I have wondered if they have a direct link if they can get to it. So this is both an experiment and potentially a pinned post if it works!
Did you know I had a page for all my pokemon writings? :> It’s all submas related as anyone who follows me knows. Feel free to re-read some posts and ideas, or if you haven’t seen them maybe take a gander. (I still intend to wrestle myself into writing them for realsies!
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I was watching Project Hail Mary again today, and had a few recurring thoughts I felt like sharing. I doubt I am the first but
With the personification of the Hail Mary and Blip A, just imagining that after the chase comes to an end, Mary just starts dancing for Blip A (Grace firing up the centrifuge to figure out what Rocky sent him)
Still mildly shocked at how many people didn't immediately clock that Adrian came from the "Rocky" movies. Like, it was very obvious to my old bones.
I know it is impossible, but the thought of Grace having dirt under his nails still haunts me.
The thought that as Rocky and his crew were leaving, all of Erid was sending them off. The sound echoing across the planet, just the hum of what is not "goodbye" but something like it.
I am going to post all my sasi flower crowns, but I'm gonna space it out so as not to flood the tag lol.
Roman is up first, our crown prince! While the gold crown is something he would wear, this is the character representative crown. A lovely pearl white, because plain white isn't glamorous enough! Shiny gold, and vibrant shimmering red! I think this crown is beautiful enough for a beautiful man :)
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
I have a big interest in fics that explore the Sides fronting. Do you maybe have recommendations for fics where C! Thomas asks the others to front so that he can relax or step away from a situation to calm down?
I am unfortunately not the best person for fic recs, as it relies on stories that stick in my memory, but perhaps someone else in the tag has some ideas!
I will say Phantom has a little story that touched on what you are looking for, but it is focused a bit internally rather than externally. Still, if you haven't already, give this a read! And they did another little bit here.
The only other one that comes to mind was not a relaxing one, and I didn't vibe with the writing, so I'm not gonna go search for it. If anyone has any "sides take the wheel" stories though, please recommend for dear anon!
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I have too many thoughts in my head so this is likely to be ramblely, however much i write.
I'm so tired of being the instigator. Of being the one to reach out. Of being the interested party. Like obviously it's not everything and everyone, but I can count on one hand with fingers left over.
I love my family, but I have to be the one to reach out. I have to be the one to call. And if I don't then I get the "you should call more" complaint. It's coming from a place of love I know, but also you could reach back sometimes.
I should be working on my big bang fic, but no one is really interested in it. Well, one person is, but it's not even the person who should be. I should drop because i won't finish on time, and the response to that is either "no you should keep trying!", which yeah I appreciate, I could finish if i buckle down but like, why; or the response is "don't push yourself!", which again yeah I appreciate, I'm very much not pushing myself, I'm not doing anything at all you see.
But all my brain focuses on is neither of them are "hey, what's up? what are you stuck on? could I help?" or anything that shows interest. Which is selfish, and I know it's okay to be selfish, but I don't want to have to ask for everything. And I also know you can't expect people to KNOW you want things without asking. Knowing doesn't help.
I keep thinking about the asks i got for The Space One from fleecal, and I feel bad i can't provide more. I should be working on my big bang, i want to work on the space one and other projects, but all i am doing/actually desire doing is working on flower crowns right now. And I know that also is not bad! But people lose interest so quickly if you are not constantly providing. I simmer in fandoms, long term, because my energy is low in between the hyper engagement moments.
I thought up some great things for the Space One! The energy to type it all up in a coherent post just to get a couple likes if I'm lucky doesn't feel worth it, even knowing a couple people out there would love to read it. Likes feel so empty. Sure, they saw the idea, but I'm also sure they forgot about it just as quickly. Not to mention writing just doesn't get the engagement of other things (understandable, everyone has their preferred genres, art speaks to more people, and fun posts are designed to be engaging. still sucks tho.)
Knowing doesn't help. It still sucks. And that's kind of where I'm stuck right now.
I have been hit with some severe depressive episodes lately when I get my period. Not every time, but enough that I have actually made the correlation to the mood drop. Enough that if I had a doctor I would go to them to at least see if there's anything to be done. But I don't, and finding a doctor is daunting, and also my insurance is currently switching over so I'd like to wait for that to settle before I do anything. etc etc excuses excuses and I don't get any better.
And like, no one ever asks. No one asks how I am. If they notice at all. The very few times i've managed to express i'm not doing well just get the sympathetic hugs/hang in there. Which again I appreciate. i do. i know it comes from a place of care. It doesn't help. It just makes me wish for more.
Yeah, the loneliness is getting to me. Online or phone calls are not enough. I love my mom and brother but I don't want to hang out with them all the time, and they are the only in person people near enough to visit. I have a few people from meetups I'm friendly with, but it's only ever at the events, not in between.
I would love to have in person friends again, but of course I left them all behind when I moved. I don't regret it, but finding anyone who doesn't already have a full schedule, who wants to start up a friendship that isn't just "let's get together every couple of months if we're lucky", takes time. And I haven't found anything yet.
I didn't want to post this really. I feel like some people will read it and reach out just because of it. Feels too much like a guilt trip and all that. Plus the effect only lasts for a short while, so it's not what I'm looking for. I KNOW these people care. I do. Why do I have to always ask, why does no one reach out first?
I love hearing about my friends lives. Their fics they are passionate about, the funny things that happened to them or they are doing, things like that. They are reaching out first, I should be satisfied with that right? And I don't want them to STOP, because i sincerely love talking with them about it. But it's always them coming to talk about themselves.
Ugh this comes across as so selfish. Whatever, I give up. I could go to any of them and they'd probably be fine with providing some of the stuff I'm craving, talking about things with me and all, but again I wish I didn't have to go to them first. And it's also conditional to their own energy and lives (which is another reason i hesitate to reach out, because some of them are going through things that are legitimately stressful and difficult. i very much do not want to add on to their mental load).
But one thing that always bothers me are the ones who promise to get back to you when they are less tired or feeling better, then they just don't. It still has to do with that "well if i just reach out to them to remind them they'll of course want to do the thing they said", but I. Dont. Want. To. Have. To. Remind. Them. Does it actually matter to them? Probably. But other things in their lives are more important than a fanfic, and I will never be the one to overstress someone over the fun stuff when the real life stuff is crushing them.
Sometimes I wonder if shutting down my internet connections would matter. Most people would quietly wonder where I went of course, but I don't think anyone would bother reaching out to check. And it doesn't help me to disappear like that, since I will be even more lonely and isolated than before. Plus it feels too much like bait, like "oh no did something HAPPEN to them" which is and is not the point of it. You want people to miss you, but by god I do not want them to think something is physically wrong. And if you make the announcement before you go, then they won't miss you because they know where you are.
I finished my flower crown for the server event! This time I tried a few new things. First off, instead of just doing a collage of colors that represent the character, I decided to do a crown the character would wear. Roman my dear one, here is your golden crown :)
So I've read stuff in the "humans are space orcs" genre where things we see as perfectly normal (like water, mint, caffeine, and capsaicin) are considered deadly poisons to some aliens. Is that the case in the Space AU? On a scale from 1 to 1,000, how horrified were the others when the twins needed water to survive? I'm sure Roman wanted coffee, and Remus wanted spicy. 1/2
I will freely admit that part of starting this story was to lean into the "humans are space orcs", because I McFreaking love that genre, but as the story developed some of that fell off. SOME.
I haven't thought about water specifically no, but they aren't the only heavily water-based lifeform in the galaxy, so that's less of an orc thing and more of a "wait they put WHAT in their water to make it potable?!", since y'know, even our tap water goes through quite the process before it gets to us. (Barring of course some places that don't get even that 😔)
In some ways water is an anti-orc thing for humans, because without it we are dead in 3 days tops. So idk! I'll have to think on that one. Certainly the ease in which we swim around, our ability to float, our ability to recover from drowning, and things like that could put us squarely back in the realm of space-orc. So far as my story goes, there's not a lot of water planned, so now I'll have to come up with something lolol~
Okay so. So like. There is a lot of trauma in this group that is not obvious from the commission pics I've been getting. But (how to put this delicately oh let's be real I'm not even gonna try) Logan performs many experiments on Roman, many of which are designed to find out his needs, limits, stressors, weaknesses, etc. So the food/water survival is one of the first things Logan figures out on a chemical basis at least, as it's needed to keep the "specimen" alive.
(And for those that do not remember, Logan is being forced to do this with Patton as his collateral if he does not cooperate. He's very numb to it all by the time Roman is given over to him, and it's going to take him a bit to get over his reluctance to use his knowledge again. The poor jellyfish has trauma up one side and down the other. He's very fortunate Roman is stubborn and resilient.)
It's actually the same with Virgil's species. Roman 🤝Virgil space-orc solidarity. They have their weaknesses sure, but the things they can survive that freak the others out!
Case in point! The crowns! I'm going to use this as an excuse to yap about them a little.
Did you know you can survive explosive decompression in space for a little bit? Roman does! In an unlucky set of circumstances, he is caught in a decompression event, to the horror of everyone. I don't have the full thing planned out, but I do think it's some sort of fight, he doesn't see it coming but Remus does, which is why Remus is able to rescue him in the precious few seconds so that he survives the immediate issues.
This is the scale 1000 horror event. The others know that you don't survive that kind of thing for even a moment, and Roman did but he's extremely injured and you don't survive those kind of injuries.
Except humans do. One of the space-orc elements I am emphasizing is that most races survive by avoiding injury, as they are unable to recover from traumatic enough injuries. Humans though, if you survive the initial damage, have extremely amazing recovery abilities. So where everyone is already mourning the loss, Remus is pressing for help.
At that point, Logan is pressed to use his knowledge of the human body to fix everything he can and invent things for what he can't. (Even then he was paralyzed, unable to push through his own trauma about what he's done to Roman before, and Roman despite all his injuries reassures him, asks him to help.) Roman will ofc make a full recovery, but no one wants that sort of thing to happen again.
Which is where the crowns come in. They are actually technology, a communication/translation device set to hover just above their heads, because the twins are huge drama nerds and Roman was able to pick the design. 😋 Remus is picking up all sorts of neat engineering tricks with the kind of technology he now has access to, and he and THOMAS basically conspire and re-design the crowns to have a new feature.
When the system detects low enough oxygen/atmosphere, it will immediately deploy a protective film that provides oxygen and pressure around their heads. Their body suits are already space-suit worthy, so it seals off the exposed head and neck area, becoming basically a portable spacesuit. (The jacket and armor and stuff is style on top lol)
I got off track on the space-orc stuff lol~ So this is not humans, but I believe I've mentioned that Virgil's species evolved near impenetrable shell/skin due to their fear of pain and death. They are stuck on their own planet however (they are not particularly upset about this, a bit of race snobbery there), due to the fact that leaving the planet is the one thing found to kill them for "unknown" reasons.
They have conceded enough to create a ground port for visiting space ships to dock in, but it's quite rare as they are very proprietary about what they allow to export, and most traders don't find the trouble worth it. Janus of course sees this as an opportunity to have near exclusive access if he plays his cards right.
So the thing is, the ground port is safe for trade, because it was designed to be so. The rest of the world is basically a death trap for any off-world visitor, from the flora to the fauna and everything in between. Virgil, able to stroll around the countryside secure in the knowledge he can't be harmed by anything, doesn't really realize this when he offers to show Janus around.
Janus learns QUITE QUICKLY to stick to the safety of his ship and the port.
In terms of food, humans definitely can digest a wider variety of alien dishes than most other species. In general, it's "stick to your food and never touch anyone else's for fear of death". For humans, it's "hey can I try that?" Patton works with Logan to try and narrow down things that might hurt the humans so they can be avoided, but they are so curious to try all sorts of new things.
Patton definitely has a bit of food immunity himself, so he's always be aware that you can't serve just anything to anyone already. This gives him a chance to explore and experiment with new cuisine, expanding what people can and can't eat. And beyond that, it's not just CAN eat, it's also to make it taste GOOD. Little changes in the same dish can have a drastic difference on what each person thinks of it.
One of the reasons Patton is so good at this is of course his passive precognition. He just has a gut feeling as to what people can or can't eat, and what they will enjoy, at a method of preparing it that is better. He doesn't eat things that will hurt him for the same reason.
Another popular trope in these kind of stories is the fighting ring, and how humans are able to rip through other species with ease. Just because I threw Roman into a lab didn't mean I forgot about that!
Remus single-handed is the source of those rumors about humanity. He had desperation, anger, and an 'any means necessary' attitude that left a big impression behind. He was the "spare", the one the kidnappers kept to throw into the betting rings hoping to double their profits on this new species. One for research, one for entertainment.
They did not expect Remus to be so vicious. They did not expect Remus to ignore the volts of electricity surrounding the arena that kept the other participants contained. They did not expect to have found the unstoppable objects. Remus was going to escape and find his brother no matter what.
So yeah, some of the humans are space orcs are that yes, they are resilient, have pretty dang impressive healing capabilities, can ingest a wide variety of things that are poison to other species, but really a lot of it is also that they are a new species and widely unknown. It's much easier to fear the unknown, after all. If you don't know where to hit a human to stop it from moving, how terrible would it be to break one of their legs, only for the human to not stop walking on it anyway.
Hello! The image of Remus looking longingly at pasta made me think of something. So, how does the food situation work? Like, what do the boys eat? Are there things they can all eat? How did the ones who are less well-travelled learn what is or is not safe for them in space? Does Remus get space spaghetti? Please give him space spaghetti.
I nearly busted a rib when Roach showed me that pic, I love it dearly 🤭
Ah I'm so happy to get an ask about my space babies<3, thank you very much! Give me an excuse to world build a bit more ehehehehe~
In the way of space stories, I am handwaving some realism and relying on the idea that there would be all different sorts of advanced technology in a society that had multiple species across the galaxy, at a level that allows for space travel between stars, and a centralized federation built to keep peace between the races.
That said, what I think happens with food is that there is manufactured food, which can be catered to various species nutrient needs, but is rather bland and boring to eat (a majority of what space travelers eat however, as it's cheap and easiest to have on board a multi-species ship), and there is food native to everyone's home system.
For most ships that space travel, it's more economic to just have a central food synthesizer that can provide food for any species of crew you might have. Like cars, ships are manufactured with maximum profit in mind. You can of course spend extra to have proper food preparation stations installed for certain cuisines, especially if you are a single race or only have a small variety of races on board, but stocking that kind of system is also more expensive than the generic synthesized food processor. Some of the draw of joining an established crew is they DO splurge on the good stuff, and individuals or smaller crews just getting by have to put up with lesser food.
Space stations that are trade hubs generally have a variety of food places where you can get "local" cuisines. Basically, restaurants that cater to both specific species and tourists or curiosity seekers. It's less processed than what you generally would buy for a space ship, since that has to last for a long journey but the space stations can replenish their stock much more regularly. Expensive pleasure ships (aka owned by rich people who travel for fun rather than necessity or profit) also splurge on this kind of food.
Janus, when he first started out, suffered through the poor man's food, but as soon as his budget allowed, he immediately expanded to better foodstuff to his tastes. It was the one vanity he enjoyed, other than improving his ship over time. Since he was also a solo trader, any profit he made was solely his to enjoy, and he got very good at it.
When he seriously started to consider courting Virgil, he looked into expanding the landing ship's food prep to accommodate for that (not the main ship, because he never imagined Virgil would be able to get to it), but it was something he'd have to design himself or commission, since no one in the federated space had ever bothered with the cuisine of a planet-bound species. He unfortunately never got that far as shit went down and Virgil got kidnapped, presumed dead.
After the rescue and gaining way more crew members than he expected, Janus did have to expand the food prep system to accommodate them all, and he didn't skimp on it either. It's partially a matter of pride, and partially because he cares for the first time ever for other people. However there is no "local" food for the earthlings, since Earth is not known or incorporated into the federation yet (unknown planet ripe for raiders to kidnap people from).
So for a while they are stuck on the synthesized foods. Logan helps figure out and program it to their nutritional needs, but there is definitely a lot of trial and error going on. Remus is happy to be the guinea pig, which is way more comfortable for Roman and Logan both, but Logan insists on being as careful as possible before introducing new foods to either of them. Much testing before they are allowed to ingest it.
(When a new species is integrated into the Federation, part of the process is determining what is and is not poisonous to the species from the known list of such things. It's not perfect, and there is definitely a bit of "try at your own risk" going on, but they are only liable for what is on the "official" list of safe foods. Such new oddities are a huge draw for space station restaurants, who want to encourage the new suckers--species to travel around, so they rush to set up trade and food reproduction.)
I do think Patton (who feels a bit useless in terms of his role on the ship (this is not true, but it is how he feels)) ends up taking over managing food for the crew. He starts out with finding alien cuisine that a)doesn't poison anyone on the ship and b)that people like. Remus is perfectly pleased to try any old thing, while Roman is a bit pickier, but both are definitely grateful to have some variety. (This is about the time of the pasta lament, and let's be real Roman is in his own room mooning over pictures of pasta as well. They miss real food 😭)
Eventually in the story, they head back to Earth. I won't get into all the details, but they do end up making it a regular destination to visit for some downtime (maybe a couple times a year or such). So they DO get their pasta!
Patton (and Logan probably) petition to start a sort of space garden to have fresh food available, since they are able and willing to take care of it. Janus agrees, as he and Virgil benefit from it as well, and he expands the ship to have an appropriate space for it. (THOMAS is delighted by his new responsibility as well, and monitors it dutifully.)
And as he is want to do, Patton DOES experiment with food. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. I fully believe before they made it back to Earth, he DID attempt to create space!pasta for the twins. While it wasn't the same, Roman was definitely touched by the gesture, and Remus ends up liking it even more than Earth pasta (though he's happy to have both when he can).
Whew! That was probably way more than you meant, but I had fun :) Thank you again for the ask!
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in the afternoon i was falling asleep while reading. never fell asleep, but definitely nearly nodded off several times.
gained migraine/tension headache/whatever the fuck the icepick in the head and neck is, and now it's 130am and i cannot sleep bc lying down hurts like a mofo (i mean as does sitting up but like you know what i mean)
considering it probably wont go away at this point so im kinda resigned to a migraine on my day off. hu. zzah.
Prompt: "It won't be my fault if you get hurt. Remember that."
Sasi Server Prompt Party Ficlet!
Characters: Remus, Janus
Pairing: Implied Dukeceit
Warning: Minor description of injury by glass, some speculation on further injury per Remus
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"It won't be my fault if you get hurt. Remember that," Janus intoned without looking up from the book he was reading.
Remus paid him no mind, carefully balancing on one foot on the back of the couch as he stretched as high as he could. He was still a couple of inches too short from being able to place the end of the garland where he wanted. Nothing a little leap of faith couldn't fix!
To be fair, he did nail the placement of the festive decor. Also to be fair, the loud clatter and his yelps of pain were clearly his own fault.
Remus lay in the wreckage of the coffee table that had snapped quite in half when the full weight of a grown man had landed on it. The shattered glass top was leaving deep gouges in his back, and he wondered idly if any of it would get ground into the carpet to be a surprise for the next unsuspecting pair of bare feet that came through here.
A familiar bowler hat leaned into view, Janus's concern hidden under the thin veneer of boredom. Silly of him to try that. He had to know Remus wouldn't stand for half-assed repression bullshit.
"I did warn you," Janus said, eyeing Remus among the wreckage. "And now we have to replace furniture. You know I find that to be a tedious chore."
"If you sit on my chest, do you think the glass will get pushed into my heart?" Remus mused.
Janus sighed down at him. "There are better places to sit."
Remus immediately brightened. "Like my face!" He made grabby hands toward Janus, along with big pleading eyes.
"And risk bruising my knees? You know me better than that," Janus tutted. He did deign to reach out a hand and grab one of Remus's, tugging it lightly to help lift Remus out of his pile of pain. "Come on darling, let's get you cleaned up."
"Aw boo." Remus's grimace was only mostly at the idea of getting clean and not at the white-hot pain down his back. "Wouldn't it be funnier if I ran out into the dork side and gave them a scare?" He let himself be shuffled down the hallway toward the bathroom. "I bet daddy Patty would straight up faint!"
"Hilarious," Janus drawled. He paused for a moment just outside the door. Without looking at Remus, he took one of Remus's hand in his. "Don't do that again?" he asked quietly.
Remus would never do anything as sappy as melt at the pleading tone. But he would admit to feeling as mushy as an overripe peach if pressed. "Sure thing, snakey."
Y'ello! Unfortunately, The Space One (at this point I'm very tempted to leave that the title for the lols) is mostly a huge document full of endless notes about the stories and characters, alas.
The good news is that it's one of the personal projects I am determined to write, however long it takes me!
The bad news is I'm very slow to write. oTL
If you like, you can read the first draft chapter I did post on tungles here, if you have not already done so! I also am thinking of posting another lore dump if I can get my notes organized any time soon. Either way, thank you for your interest!
Back once more with the last (but not least) addition to The Space One AU!! Roman is here once more but he and Remus get to be the main characters for once <3 The universe may try to take them apart but they'll find and help each other no matter what !!!! the doomed siblings !!!!!!!!!!!! im hate them !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /j
You can see everything from the AU here (as well as the beautiful Rinnie art for this au (Part 1) (Part 2) that im so not normal about)
+ a little extra out of context Remus because he's so silly <3
Prompt: A gentle “you don’t look well ..” trailing off into a “woah, hey, hey-“ as they lurch forward to steady, or perhaps catch, a most definitely sick character.
Sasi Server Prompt Party Ficlet!
Characters: Virgil, Thomas
Pairing: None
Warning: Off screen character death, on screen character death, blood, panic
Note: This is basically a scene from a fic I have not yet written. No happy ending in the plunnie, alas.
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Virgil fled, leaving behind red footprints as he scrambled to get away away away from the thing that had killed Remus, killed them all. Tears dripped out of his wide eyes, but he could not let them cloud his vision, could not let anything slow him down, not when he could still hear the sound of flesh being ripped apart, bones breaking under a crushing grip, the final gurgle dying in a throat drowning in blood.
He tried to rise up again, met the same resistance as the last time that had prevented all of them from reaching Thomas when this whole thing had begun. Now, though, he had nothing to lose (had already lost everyone), he had to see Thomas, he had to know what happened, and he pressed harder and harder until something shattered, and he rose into reality with a nauseating jerk.
Stumbling to his hands and knees, he panted and sobbed, limbs shaking so hard he nearly face planted into the ground. The only thing that kept him upright was the desperate need to get to Thomas, to make sure he was okay (how could he be okay when the others were dead).
A noise nearby made him snap his head up, scrambling backwards as he took in his surroundings. Windows were shattered, glass scattered across the carpet in glittering piles. The blinds were half pulled off the wall, swaying a bit in the warm breeze coming from outside. Everything smelled of smoke, and Virgil could make out the distinct flicking light of fire coming from the neighboring apartment.
There was blood on the floor. Too much. What had happened?
A pained moan had Virgil staggering to his feet. "Thomas?" he called hoarsely. He could barely speak around the grief suffocating him, but he had to find his center. "Thomas?!" he cried again, more desperately. Please, please let Thomas be okay.
Another pained noise had Virgil spinning around, dashing as quick as his shaking legs would carry him up the stairs. A trail of red lead him straight to Thomas's bedroom, the door partially ajar. Virgil didn't hesitate as he pushed his way inside.
And there was Thomas. He was clutching his arm to his chest, blood running between his fingers from some wound Virgil couldn't quite make out. It stained his shirt so so red.
"Oh," Virgil breathed, something beyond terror gripping him. Everything around him seemed to crystallize, spots of light dancing in his vision as the world becoming muffled from the ringing in his ears. "You…you don't look so good."
"Virge?" Thomas said weakly. He was panting heavily, eyes unfocused as they darted unseeingly over Virgil's face. His head lolled on his shoulder, as if it was too heavy for him to lift. Still, he tried to pick himself off the floor.
"Thomas!" Virgil cried again, reaching out as Thomas pitched forward sharply. "Woah, hey hey," he said, catching Thomas in his arms. Thomas's skin was so cold against his. "It's"—he swallowed a sob, know it was a lie even as he said it—"it's gonna be okay, right Thomas? Let's get that bandaged up?"
"Virgil," Thomas whimpered. Virgil lowered them both to the ground, clutching Thomas as tight as he could. "I'm scared." It came out as a whisper, so low Virgil almost missed it.
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