( * @genocii is looking for a bad time )
he’s heard actual bird song before. first in tapes, movies, songs - maybe from things that survived the descent to the dump, playing a gentle, joyful chirping of winged creatures at DAWN. then, that first time feeling the breeze on his bones, sunlight between his joints. a sun setting over the mountainside, the chatter of bird song greeting them into a new world.
then, again, and again, and again. he’s S I C K of bird song.
“ * … took you long enough. ”
leaning against one of the many columns of the golden-lit hall, MAGIC bubbles beneath his bones, a living breathing thing that eats him from the i n s i d e o u t . he SMILES, watching the child with slight pricks that promise nothing but death should they take any step closer.
his teeth taste like blood && dust.
“ * gettin’ tired yet, buddy? ”
( * YOU’RE GETTING T I R E D )
“ * c’mon. let’s take a break.
maybe you’ll get bored enough to reset. bored enough to bring my friends back. ”
he shrugs, stands up straight. eye-lights peer sideways into nothing - to the ghosts of those DEAD, now the dust he now breathes. it tastes like RETRIBUTION.
“ * … i know, wishful thinkin’, huh?
after all, you seem awful proud of all those you’ve killed. ”