#insidi

“ 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡! ”     Her  shout  cuts  a  dark  space  out  of  the  twilight.   Bringing  her  knees  to  her  chest,  she  curls  in  on  herself,  making  herself  a  shell-shape  and  closing  herself  off.Above  her,  the  stars  burn  cold,  puritanical  holes  into  the  blue-black  strata  of  night.     “ Enough  about  the  earth. ”     I  can't  stand  it.     “ I  don't  want  to  hear  it.   Not  now. ”

Enough  about  the  earth.   Enough  about  its  multitudes,  its  beauty,  its  change . . .   what  if  change  was  an  absence?   What  then?   How  many  more  would  they  lose?   How  many  more  would  be  captured,  shattered?

Her  fingers  arch  in  her  hair.     “ I  can't.   I  just  can't.   I  can't  take  another  word.   Everything  should  grow,  and  everything  should  change,  and  isn't  the  earth  so  inspiring? ”     She  grits  her  teeth,  finally  meeting  Bismuth's  eyes  with  her  own.   Stare  sharp  and  poisonous,     “ She's  not  a  plant,  Bismuth!   She  isn't  going  to  grow  back! ”

                                                        “    do not tell me what i can and cannot do  .  "

                  ❛  CAN YOU HEAR  ,  LOVELY LAMB  :  THIS LITTLE STAR HAS TEETH  !!  ❜

                                       ‘   &&  yet they are still not as sharp as yours  ,  are they dearest wolf  ?  ’  

                 ❛  NONE ARE SHARP AS MINE  !!  ❜

           at meet with the eternal hunters this evening  ,  candlelight does not reflect the way it should  &&  thus amidst their lifeless masks the unnatural shine of their eyes remains  𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍  &&  blue even while the window sill is basked in warm orange  ,  as though sapping the heat away .  the one they are here for does not stir even as their body rages against fevered affliction  ,  nor has their breathing showed any sign of change with the star-child’s care blessed upon them to keep it steady  .       they  𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚  her efforts even while she shows no fondness for their company  .  the  𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕  of it all despite the futility that ought be evident to one such as herself  ,  it invokes something unfamiliar  .  perhaps she means to defy them  ,  but they cannot see it that way when she must know there is no such  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  .  (  every man  &&  beast  &&  world  &&  star  &&  the very heat of the universe shall one day fall into harmony with death’s silence  ,  but look how this little light rages against the end they are here to bring to one single soul  .  how absurd  &&  how beautiful  .  they do hope the dance does not end soon  .  )

       &&  so they watch  &&  they wait  ,  bow freshly strung  &&  teeth  𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚  sharp indeed  ,  for when the star-child is faced this evening by the reality of what she can  &&  cannot do regardless of who is there to  𝒔𝒂𝒚  it  .

   there was no doubt in their mind that someone has been visiting the junkyard rather frequently, from the small ‘base’ to how some junk throughout the area had been sorted. still, it never intimidated ally enough to not go back when they had nothing else to do. so far they haven’t encountered anyone yet, UNTIL TODAY.

   there was this huge boat that the hybrid always liked to climb aboard, this is where they would notice someone walking around. their first instinct was to hide but ALLY WASN’T GOOD AT HIDING. instead they’ll remain on top of the boat, giving a small ( hoping to appear friendly enough ) wave to the other when she notices them.

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