#artificialvoyage

||     THE UNIVERSE IS VAST.     there was a little bit of fear that came with this all,   surely  —  namine feels it in her chest,   in the way her fingers tremble when she sketches over paper,   unsure of what lies ahead.   everything here is a little muddled,   a little  —  less.   she doesn’t control the way she used to.

in a way,   namine’s grateful to not have her abilities so prominently.

❛   i'm  a  witch,  not  a  fortune  teller.   ❜  she  provides,  kindly,  choosing  for  his  or  her  own  sake  to  ignore  the  very  real  death  he'd  already  had  back  home.  it's  almost  stranger  that  it's  strange  at  all;  with  everything  they've  been  through,  people  coming  back  to  life,  the  very  existence  of  one  third  of  the  salvatore  school.  something  about  seeing  him  back  alive  on  the  cambria  is  different,  maybe  because  everything  else  about  being  here  is  too.  she  can't  quite  get  the  chill  of  emerging  from  cryofreeze  out  of  her  head,  yet.  pulled  from  a  temporary  moment  of  being  lost  in  thought,  she  smiles,  palm  open  and  expectant.  ❛   you  have  a  lot  more  magic  in  you  than  what  i  need.  it  won't  hurt.   ❜

||         “   IS EVERYTHING TO YOUR LIKING   ?   ”         of course it was. emma did not have to poke into his mind to see as such, despite the fact that she could, because she knows the lunar review is set to the highest standards a ship hurtling through space could provide. while she certainly had choice words for the captain and the hell of a situation this all was, she did appreciate some of the fanfare. there were parts of the ship she didn’t care for, and she’d trade being here, if she could, in a second, but occasionally  —  it had it’s moments. at the bare minimum, the lunar review was a beautiful bar, and tonight was a beautiful party.     “   i thought the red decor would be an appropriate touch.   ”

he  considers  himself  a  private  person.  tommy  once  said  talking  to  him  felt  like  it  needed  a  crowbar  sometimes,  and  he’d  said  it  warm  and  amusement  laced  but  far  from  wrong.  he  can’t  really  help  it,  the  natural  inclination  to  keep  most  parts  of  himself  locked  down.  smaller  in  contrast  are  the  parts  he  isn’t  willing  to  hide  at  all:  being  a  mutant,  tommy  before  this  all  happened.  the  thing  he  learned  best  at  xavier’s  was  always  about  the  community,  about  the  benefit  of  having  people  that  would  stand  behind  you.  it’s  a  lesson  often  hard  learned  for  them,  one  they  had  to  learn  over  and  over.  ❛   i  understand  that.   ❜  he  allows,  because  it  seems  more  important  than  keeping  tight  lipped.  ❛   this  would  be  significantly  easier  if  my  friends  were  here.  any  of  them,  really.   ❜

||     SHE DESERVES AN AWARD.     a vacation,   perhaps  —  one away from the hell that was this aircraft,   and the freaky little planets it planned on visiting.   she wanted an award,   and a vacation,   back home.   it has been six months,   and emma is not budging on her stance.   she wants to get out of here.

right now,   here just means the corn.   she’s going to kill him.   she really is.   it would be easy,   they said.   how could two powerful beings get lost in a corn maze  ?

her patience is waning,   night - plucked,   and as they round the same corner for the second time,   emma abruptly stops.    “  lestat.  ”    she begins,   flat and curt,   icicle - sharp.    “  i can assure you,   we’ve been this way before.  ”

||     SHE ISN’T ANTICIPATING IT TO BE THAT BAD.     maybe just the slightest kick of some kind of rum,   mia figures  —  it’s not all that uncommon for an bowl of juice to be alcoholic.   if he was so shocked here,   he should’ve seen what the secret little parties in genovia were like. 

the point is, it’s not supposed to be terrible.   she anticipates spiced,   warm rum.   instead,   mia gets a mouthful of what she believes is lighter fluid.