#aliit comet

- bipolar sinker who has manic and depressive episodes, who needs help making decisions, who can barely sleep most nights

- borderline comet who splits on people, whose anger comes from nowhere and consumes everything, who has no idea who he is, who's never really able to trust his own feelings and who's so so afraid of being left behind

- both of them feel things so deeply and can shift so rapidly that it causes them to clash, even though they mean more to each other than anyone else (+ boost, who often mediates between them -- brings them back down to earth and helps them see reason)

- obsessive compulsive boost who has to check the locks and the stove knobs again and again because what if he missed something the first-second-third time, who still gets random flares of panic because what if he did leave the stove on and their apartment is burning down right now? who gets horrible, vivid flashes of the people he loves getting hurt and has to call them to know they're alright

sinker is a pole vaulting ballerina who does photography, drag, and professional modeling. he's a theater kid. he does piercings at the shop. he's got insomnia and a severe sugar/caffeine addiction. his alcohol consumption borders on concerning. his favorite color is pink and he's throwing it back to todrick hall and kesha.

comet is a chameleon. he's got the most eclectic sense of style, music, art, everything. he can be your scary guard dog or your pretty boy. he's batting his eyelashes and keldabe is falling to its knees to give him whatever he wants. he's snarling with blood in his teeth. he's a disaster in the kitchen and an angry crier and your best friend.

art of comet by @luxris commissioned by @babygirlbridger for,,,,, my birthday 🥺🥺

(this version of comet is from my aliit au and he is my baby)

That was one of the worst nights of his life. He lost Boost and Sinker, he lost his Dominoes, he lost his safe haven, he lost his parents because he could never bear to take their calls after what he’d said, what he’d done. He was shedding parts of himself that he needed like limbs, and he felt each ligament snap as they dropped away, but it still wasn’t the moment everything really spun out. 

He still believed, at the time, that he was going to have a future with Skye. He believed that after all of this pain and sacrifice he would be taken care of. Loved. 

The day he lost all hope was the day he realized — really, truly realized — that all of that was bullshit. 

[...]

It was just like his birthday, almost a decade ago, when Hana had held him to her chest as he cried, and he finally found the courage to speak his greatest fear into the world.

“I don’t think they love me at all.”

He’d been right then, about his parents, and he was right about Skye, too. He just knew it, suddenly and completely: Skye didn’t love him. 

Only there was no shoulder to cry on this time. There was no other home waiting for him to step into it, no better life within his reach. He had the better life — the one with the family that held him up as he stumbled into himself and cheered him on when he found his footing. It’s the one he threw away, and more than that, it’s the one he spat on as he stomped it into the dirt. 

Skye didn’t love him, but where else could he go?

Comet saw it all so clearly for one perfect, terrible moment — and then he locked it away. 

He didn’t have a choice.