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I haven’t felt very inspired this week, but I hope you enjoy this piece!

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Window, friend (Iria’s tale part I (?)):

There was a window in the room. This wouldn’t have been odd at all if it showed what one would expect from a second-floor window in the outskirts of a city, when looked through you would have been able to see a road with some cars, some nearby houses and a few trees if that window had been like any other, what you could see was nowhere near that. The window liked to change the view nearly every day, it’s very own way to display personality if we could call it that, but the first time Iria saw through it and saw the clear sky filled with unknown stars she thought nothing of it, this tired college student had no time to worry for astrology or views, she was just happy to had found a good apartment and to have some means of natural sunlight in the room. The room slowly became more lively while the weeks went by, slowly becoming more like Iria, the empty white walls had some picture frames and shelves with books and baskets with miscellaneous items in the corners for the sake of storage, the desk became cluttered and the bed’s place was relocated near the window and was perpetually unmade, she settled in and felt her time corner of the world a home, even if most of her time was spent outside. The window kept changing its view, but it kept it simple, as if it didn’t want to come off as a show off, a different sky every night for its new guest. A new start, a possible new friend.

The first time the window truly startled Iria it was midterm season. When she collapsed in the bed, so exhausted she didn’t even muster enough strength to change into pajamas, the window decided to do something else that night, what would she like to see? Given it didn’t have any means to hear or even to speak to the young lady figuring out things would be tricky. An ocean view must do, calming and dreamlike, so dreamlike that when Iria finally opened her eyes she thought she was still dreaming, it was like looking inwards to a pool in a sunny summer day, the water refractions spreading across the bed sheets, for the few seconds that the dreamland logic clung on to her, she didn’t question anything and looked out the window. When the colorful fish stared right back at her she wasn’t worried, not yet, the image was so surreal a dream was the only explanation so she did the next best thing she could do, wait for the fish to swim a little away and open the window. In hindsight we can tell that wasn’t the best call, but who could blame someone that was ignorant of the magics of the contraption of wood and glass known as windows and a supernatural insulation capacity? When the cold of the water first hit her, she jolted awake and scrambled and battled against the water pressure to close the window back up. “What the actual hell” was the first thought in the aftermath, her bed was all wet and it wasn’t a dream, dreams don’t smell like salt and leave pieces of kelp in your comforter. She turned back again to the window, the view had changed once more, it was a ground view of a flower field, purple rows as far as one could see, lavender perhaps? It was such a pretty view it almost helped her ease her heartbeat, just almost, the sudden realization that she was living in a city and in a second floor got stopped the flow of the calm and gave way to something equally cold as the salt water, fear. Who, what and how where the main questions but it didn’t matter, her brain was running in circles trying to justify, to find anything, something to blame, from stress to lack of sleep, to not having a proper diet to a very vivid dream, the thoughts bounced and went around the word “magic”, sticking to the comfort of the known world for the sake of not feeling completely mad. “Just what on earth happened?” She muttered, the window didn’t answer back, naturally, there was nothing to be said and no means to say it, it was how it was.

That time was also the first time the window pleasantly surprised Iria. For the second time that morning Iria decided to open the window. This time there was no water to be worried about, so she inhaled deeply and leaned in the windowsill, curiously sticking her head out, ready to duck inside again if anything where to happen. She waited, nothing but a light breeze, she grew a little braver and stuck more of her body out, eventually she was sitting on the window, her feet touching the ground. She felt almost perfect, light and refreshed, filled with childlike wonder and more relaxed than what she had felt in the last few weeks. Only when her alarm went off did she bring herself back inside and sat on the bed, not even ten in the morning on a Saturday and yet she already had so much to do! She closed the window and begun making up a mental to-do list, there would be a more proper time for musing and dreaming, pushing her thoughts about her future on that room to the backseat and stretching she placed her feet on the wet hardwood floor and got up. Rest could wait.

Today I’m just trying to do a bit of characterization work with a god I’m working on, so yeah! I hope you enjoy! Also tw for mentions of blood, broken bones, and other bodily stuff (organs mainly, nothing too graphic.)

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Vessel routine maintenance:

and as I see my own chest rise and fall, as I see my body relax and drift off into the land of sleep my work begins. It isn’t hard to acquire a body but to make it last? Now that’s a challenge. the muscle, connective tissue, skin, a blend of nerves and blood, organs and bones all so fragile. It doesn’t matter how much this one swears they won’t breakdown easy I can’t help but worry, this life is just as theirs as it’s my own and I’m not saying they don’t do a good job taking care of us, but I haven’t seen so many rock bottoms in so little time in a few centuries. I’ve grown quite attached despite our short time together, they haven’t complained much, haven’t tried to exorcise me or completely lost their mind just yet so I’d say they are quite sturdy. That doesn’t mean they don’t wear down, do you ever think about how many organs you have in your body, constantly moving and shifting yet you can’t feel a thing? I’ve always found that deeply fascinating, but at this moment I feel it all. Their lungs are in the worst state out of all of the organs, surprisingly the heart is almost in perfect condition but genetics get the blame for the imperfections and not my energy, thankfully. Now back to the check up, everything seems mostly fine and I’ll just have to work on their lungs and possibly get a way to engage with their nervous system because we literally have the posture of a shrimp, and then they have the audacity to complain about back pain and even blame it on me! Yeah I get it, it’s easier to blame the unknown presence that inhabits your body, but in my defense I’m just a ball of extra energy. Lets stress ourselves in order, the whole nervous system thing would be invasive so that will have to wait until I find a proper method of communication to ask for permission, it’s not like I’m about to move some lung tissue but this is a health matter and I’m not doing much apart form accelerating natural processes. Epithelial cells are fun to work with, they feel fluffy despite the fact I actually don’t have a way to actually touch them, I just pass through them, it’s an easy enough fix. I’ve most definitely fixed worse, like that damned thumb fracture, it stills bothers me somehow, knowing that something is never going to be able to fully heal and just run around in circles and not being able to further help it. A Bennet fracture, it never truly heals completely, we had to get a bunch of x-rays taken, apparently I messed the images up a bit, it was fun actually, taking x-rays, it tickled. Now we got a piece of metal there, I don’t like that but if it makes sure they are alright then I’m alright with it too. The sun isn’t nearly up yet and they are slowly but surely getting a grip into being awake, if I had it my way we’d sleep until noon, my bad for picking a morning bird, but I still get no say in the matter. This is their body after all, I’m just borrowing it to hide from the storm a while. When I hear their voice greeting me, I just hum in response, the reverberation running through our, thorough their thorax. Good morning to you too.