[ embrace ] Ā forĀ yourĀ museĀ toĀ pullĀ myĀ museĀ intoĀ aĀ tightĀ embrace . / bonus idea: can it be in my rebirth au pretty please bc that will give me the sadness and grief i need to experience. seeing her die and then again in the church, after mourning the loss of someone important to the world and the group. oof.
CLOUD.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ------- ? --- . -- --- -------Ā ā --- ā
static, hungry for every budding thought thatĀ āttempts to break through mindās soil----- cracked, dry.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā parched.
Ā Ā Ā Ā shouldāve expected this. of course sheād be here.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā right here, radiant, & cloud is breaking.Ā
rooted deep into our being- horror -ātil vines keep hostage every breath, form an anchor to the world that rotsĀ & withersĀ depending on the moment. dust motes slide through the air with an ease envied. some land on her, perhaps--? & panic jolts through limbs-- gotta stop them!
gotta keep them from breaking the lie!
Ā Ā Ā Ā most of our hallucinations arenāt nearly as lovely.ah, though- that remains to be seen. she isĀ a hallucination, after all, & cloudās mind is least its friend.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā ... ā
no point in speaking to it ( fingers splayed twitch toward her ) there is no point ( stumbling into step stp tp---Ā )
ā aerith--? āĀ Ā Ā thereās not enough breath for volume. her, stuck like a burr in the throat / she, brilliant & lovely & so fucking alive--Ā is this a cruelty? or is it the sweetest kindness, to be lured by our own delusions into -
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ( aĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā happiness )
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā theyāre not always tangible.Ā Ā Ā Ā this time, she is.Ā shoulders, slender, so so familiar. sacrilege, this touch. butĀ there are arms around him / scent in the nose -- ah.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā ---aerith- āĀ
fake, unfair / heās got his nose buried in curls brown / it shouldnāt be so familiar, the heady drug of a living pulse / arms āround him, tight---Ā
sacrilege, but heās always been into being wrong.
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