Dreaming of a wedding on the moon

“Y-yeah. So it’s a lot less weird for you to marry a god, especially since I know what you’re talking about. It is still really weird for me, a fourteen-year-old, to w-wanna m-marry another fourteen-year-old! E-even if it’s Knox and he’s wonderful!”  

“Y-yeah. So it’s a lot less weird for you to marry a god, especially since I know what you’re talking about. It is still really weird for me, a fourteen-year-old, to w-wanna m-marry another fourteen-year-old! E-even if it’s Knox and he’s wonderful!”  

@arabellablackout

@martyred-moon

-Were these nerves? Was that why he felt like he needed to throw up? His gaze wandered around the boxcar as he tried to gently shoo the feeling away.-

-Muse felt some of her own sickness creep into her throat. Did he get caught? Was he hurt again? Did SAO try to mess with him? Worry tensed her brow.-

-His legs refused to sit. A sickening tingle in his muscles made it impossible to do so. He smiled gently at her, an ache settling in his chest. But.. he couldn’t falter now.-

-It felt as if she were run through with a red hot lance, watching her wounds grow larger and larger, but all her nerves were dulled. There was a certain quality to that pain. It didn’t hurt, just felt like nothing.-

-He was ready for.. honestly a much worse reaction than that. It might have been it she knew how they all died, but.. that wasn’t important. They were dead. He wasn’t. People lost family while he walked free. It was wrong, which he knew from the start. But it still felt like nothing… His parents caused this. One day he would face them again. He’d face them.. as someone better.-

“Well I’m definitely not gonna let you.” -The words flew out before she could even think, leaving her breathless. She was sharper than she wanted. Some of her bottled emotion was seeping out of the cracks. Part of her was disgusted at his actions, afraid for her life, and furious he’d dare touch her family, but it was too much to feel all at once. Like colors mixing until they formed a muddy brown, so did her emotions flow into a mess so convoluted, no one feeling could shine through enough for her to care.-

-He looked down at his hands, perplexed, as if he’d never seen them before… So small, but so capable.. Muse was mad. Of course she would be. But he felt like he’d made progress. And for the first time.. he felt exhausted.-

“… Yeah, that’s it…” -It wasn’t, but she didn’t want to feed that urge too much. The fear of her own capabilities still haunted her, even through anger. -If he wants to stop doing this stuff… Shouldn’t I try to be an example..?-

“…I guess I appreciate the honesty…” -She took a deep breath.- “I… can’t be too mad at you… I can’t… stay that way. I’m–” -Muse’s mind flashed to her own body count; two club kids just trying to escape the Angel. She almost felt compelled to say something, but she didn’t want to gain his ire; her own was enough. She hesitated.-

-That made him laugh despite the timing not being.. the best. The response just reminded him of TID.-

@arabellablackout

@martyred-moon

-Were these nerves? Was that why he felt like he needed to throw up? His gaze wandered around the boxcar as he tried to gently shoo the feeling away.-

-Muse felt some of her own sickness creep into her throat. Did he get caught? Was he hurt again? Did SAO try to mess with him? Worry tensed her brow.-

-His legs refused to sit. A sickening tingle in his muscles made it impossible to do so. He smiled gently at her, an ache settling in his chest. But.. he couldn’t falter now.-

-It felt as if she were run through with a red hot lance, watching her wounds grow larger and larger, but all her nerves were dulled. There was a certain quality to that pain. It didn’t hurt, just felt like nothing.-

-He was ready for.. honestly a much worse reaction than that. It might have been it she knew how they all died, but.. that wasn’t important. They were dead. He wasn’t. People lost family while he walked free. It was wrong, which he knew from the start. But it still felt like nothing… His parents caused this. One day he would face them again. He’d face them.. as someone better.-

“Well I’m definitely not gonna let you.” -The words flew out before she could even think, leaving her breathless. She was sharper than she wanted. Some of her bottled emotion was seeping out of the cracks. Part of her was disgusted at his actions, afraid for her life, and furious he’d dare touch her family, but it was too much to feel all at once. Like colors mixing until they formed a muddy brown, so did her emotions flow into a mess so convoluted, no one feeling could shine through enough for her to care.-

-He looked down at his hands, perplexed, as if he’d never seen them before… So small, but so capable.. Muse was mad. Of course she would be. But he felt like he’d made progress. And for the first time.. he felt exhausted.-

“… Yeah, that’s it…” -It wasn’t, but she didn’t want to feed that urge too much. The fear of her own capabilities still haunted her, even through anger. -If he wants to stop doing this stuff… Shouldn’t I try to be an example..?-

@arabellablackout

@martyred-moon

-Were these nerves? Was that why he felt like he needed to throw up? His gaze wandered around the boxcar as he tried to gently shoo the feeling away.-

-Muse felt some of her own sickness creep into her throat. Did he get caught? Was he hurt again? Did SAO try to mess with him? Worry tensed her brow.-

-His legs refused to sit. A sickening tingle in his muscles made it impossible to do so. He smiled gently at her, an ache settling in his chest. But.. he couldn’t falter now.-

-It felt as if she were run through with a red hot lance, watching her wounds grow larger and larger, but all her nerves were dulled. There was a certain quality to that pain. It didn’t hurt, just felt like nothing.-

-He was ready for.. honestly a much worse reaction than that. It might have been it she knew how they all died, but.. that wasn’t important. They were dead. He wasn’t. People lost family while he walked free. It was wrong, which he knew from the start. But it still felt like nothing… His parents caused this. One day he would face them again. He’d face them.. as someone better.-

“Well I’m definitely not gonna let you.” -The words flew out before she could even think, leaving her breathless. She was sharper than she wanted. Some of her bottled emotion was seeping out of the cracks. Part of her was disgusted at his actions, afraid for her life, and furious he’d dare touch her family, but it was too much to feel all at once. Like colors mixing until they formed a muddy brown, so did her emotions flow into a mess so convoluted, no one feeling could shine through enough for her to care.-

-He looked down at his hands, perplexed, as if he’d never seen them before… So small, but so capable.. Muse was mad. Of course she would be. But he felt like he’d made progress. And for the first time.. he felt exhausted.-