You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you'd hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you'll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know your energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you're just less orderly. Amen.
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girlie it’s been such a long time since I thought of our OCs together. Can I request a piece of Irin and Wallace, just drinking hard liquor, talking deep, and idk watching the sunset?
I’ll write an Irin titjob piece if you do
Without Him
[Warnings: Like, none?]
[AN: Sure can, something quick and kinda cozy. write whatever you'd like, would make me happy regardless hehehe]
Reblogs are appreciated!
Where he's sitting, he can see the town down below. Somewhere in that valley, in one of those buildings, is his team getting ready to move out tomorrow morning. Wallace himself couldn't be bothered to do busy work when he could very much trust Theo, Ruth and the cat to take care of it for him. So, here he sat on some rocky outpost overlooking the valley, getting drunk.
He'd picked up a case of beer, some cheap shit just to knock back and enjoy as the sun began to dip below the horizon. The liquor wasn't nearly as hard as he wanted it to be, but he didn't care one bit. He already had a slight buzz from how much he'd had, but he wasn't anywhere near reaching his limit.
As he sat watching the early summer sun dip further, the sky a dazzling pink, purple and orange while the yolk of the sky fell into the mouth of the earth, he expected a social call. One of Slender Man's brother's proxies-adjacent, a lady named Irin. She'd managed to text him and said she wanted to meet up, and talk a bit. Most importantly, she promised vodka and whiskey.
"Did you already burn through a whole case?" A familiar velvety voice jokes as she closes the trunk of her car, carrying brown paper bags under her arms that hold the harder stuff.
Wallace rolls his eyes, yet still stands to help her bring the things to where he's relaxing. "I'm a working man, I deserve it," the deep voiced proxy chuckled. He pat the rock beside him. There was soft patches of slightly dewy grass all around them, the sweet smelling flowers and night songs starting from the birds who embraced the warm tinge of early summer. It was a peaceful place, a kind of peaceful those in this lifestyle usually aren't afforded anymore.
Irin twists the cap off the vodka and takes a long swig, pops the bottle from her full lips with an exaggerated 'ah!' before passing it to Wallace's waiting hand. "This sure is pretty," she hums as she gestures out to the beautiful sky. Her hands rummage around the brown paper bags and she pulls out some other bottles. Whiskey, more vodka, some Hennessy, and rum. She knew Wallace wasn't fond of rum, but he'd still down it all the same if he was chasing away a feeling.
She watched him blindly reach around, his fingertips reading the bottles from the minute shifts in their caps before he palmed the rum and gulped it down. "Something on your mind?" She inquired. There was an ever so slight breeze rolling through the valley and she welcomed it. It staved off the heat the liquor brought to their bodies.
Wallace shook his head. He wanted to talk about Ruth. Wanted to talk about how he stole her away and loved her and wanted nothing more than to run from this life and have her all to himself, maybe some kids if she wanted them too, (she did), and never have to touch a gun ever again. Instead, he wiped the back of his mouth and looked at Irin, the yolk-colored sun lighting up his eyes just right as he spoke, "if I wasn't in this business, i think I'd get some exotic pet, like a snake or some shit."
Irin laughed. She brushed her pink hair back, partly to clear her face, and partly to free her face from the heat the liquor brought. "I always took you as a lizard guy."
Wallace shook his head. Truthfully, he wasn't near liquored up enough to loosen his lips, but he'd always felt comfortable speaking with Irin. "I want a big fuck ass snake," he said. "We went into some house a few weeks ago, and there was this snake in there, a copperhead, right? And so I got on the kid's laptop and BEN and I searched up if I could just... let it go. Be free. So it wouldn't starve without a master to take care of it. And when he told me I could, it was native to the area, I picked it up." He took another very long swig of the rum, and then chased it down with some vodka before sighing. "It was free."
Irin was keen on Wallace's behavior at this point. They'd been friends for quite some time, and she knew when he wanted to be more serious, and when he simply wanted to talk about snakes. In this instance, bringing up himself as the snake would be too much for him to handle. So instead, she told him she wanted a cat. "Or maybe a snow leopard. They look real fuckin' cool." She swirled the liquid around in her bottle of whiskey and decided to rock the boat a bit. "Y'know, if I wasn't here with you, I'd probably do some bartending in the city. All legal, with regular people who happened to be fucked up, not fucked up people who sometimes happen to be regular."
Wallace laughs this time. He giggles as he nurses more on his rum, then on his vodka and even snaps off the cap of the Hennessy and downs a mouthful of that too. By human standards, he'd die of alcohol poisoning, but proxies are quite literally build different. The alcohol won't ever catch up to him. The Slender Man would never allow it. "If I wasn't here with you, I'd have a normal house. Not those ones in the suburbs, but like, probably one in a city just outside of the major city. It'd be an hour or so drive away depending on traffic, and I'd be going to bake sales, and church, and have a stupid pickup truck," he chuckles. He stares down at the valley, mentally thinking of Ruth and how she'd hate the truck. "I'd have a snake - fuck, I'd have a snake now if it wasn't for him."
Irin pat his shoulder sympathetically through her giggles. "Maybe my boss will get one for you instead."
"Yeah, that's not the kind of snake I want... or even need."
Wallace grins at her before the two of the devolve into a fit of laughter. Their giggles ring out above the valley, and the stars awaken when the last drop of sun is absorbed by the ravenous planet.
Nothing about being human amazes me more than this capacity for revival. How dull and meaningless and hopeless life can seem--only to become exciting, vibrant, and filled with hope the next day. Whole nations come back from destruction and oppression--when great problems get addressed and resolved. All our exits may become entrances.
"It feels like Yoohyun-ie is going to call out to me from behind at any moment."
Saying 'hyung, what are you standing there for'.
[Yoohyun-ie's outside, hyung.]
"Yeah. I should probably go."
chapter 126
Yoojin is just as enthralled by their past as Yoohyun and it'd be so nice to stay in this place but Yoohyun (both of them) is outside, he needs to go.
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Immediate one hit K.O. when the space where Yoojin and Irin talk manifests as their childhood home because "It's the place Yoohyun-ie likes!" (126) The wall clock has stopped. Yoojin's birthday is circled on the calendar. Yoohyun's textbooks and writing supplies are strewn on the desk. It is frozen in time three years ago, before Yoohyun left.
And Irin tells Yoojin how nervous Yoohyun is because they were separated and now they're together again but it's different and Yoohyun doesn't know what to do. He's still young! He's so young and he just wants to return to how it was but that's impossible because he left first and it was only after that that Yoojin couldn't bear being trapped in this place where Yoohyun wasn't but should be and moved "as though escaping with [his] body only." (126)
And Yoojin didn't even realise how desperate Yoohyun is for his affection and just assumed he was okay because he's strong isn't he? Unlike Yoojin. But Irin says no one could give up on being loved once they know that feeling.
