#probbaly not

Everyone says Virge was alone in his room before the others accepted him. I’d like not to believe that and with @stickersonguitars help we made him a friend!

Warnings: Mentions/Implications of fainting and fear but that’s it I think

Chapter 1

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Virge sat on the edge of his bed humming a “nothing song”. Soon he checked the time and decided that today he would get enough sleep.

As he got ready he had the strongest urge to check his closet, of course he usually did just to be safe but tonight it was… different.

This time the closet was calling to him.

No, no. He’s just paranoid he reasoned with himself and strides over to the closet swinging open the door just to prove that only his clothes were there.

He was wrong.

So, so very wrong.

When he opened it, his closet was uncharacteristically dark before 2 spots of light showed up and the darkness moved looking as it stood as tall as the closet doorway.

Then it stepped out and considering what Virge had convinced himself the creature was in the few seconds this took place in, the creature looked vaguely… harmless?

I mean it’s fingers looked like freaking claws and once again it was as tall as a doorway.

Still this was terrifying but Virgil was at a loss for words.

But the damn... thing! Wasn’t!

Its voice was staticky, sounding like an old TV that was on its last thread of life.

“Hello Virgil! Finally, I get to meet you!”

And Virge was out

- Love consuming itself. -

The words sear into your skin and you relish in the warmth. The cold sundered sea that flows between your limbs numbs and chills your bones, but the burning stories are a comfort. They are also painful.

- Compassion soaked in starlight. -

Yet these sound familiar. These feel familiar, these feel close. Your servant’s lives are not your business as long as the work is done, as long as everything is well in the end. Yet- 

The gravity pulling you apart from him. 

The letter still seared on your skin, closest to your heart. 

The coldness as you were pulled far from him and into the depths of the Earth, into the deep silent sea. 

The tides rise. The Stone-Pigs toss and turn in their sleep. 

How dare they be loved back? How dare they love the weak dying star fallen from grace? Fallen from the Chain? No longer a star. And still. 

Still they get to bask in the light. No cold, no darkness, no pain. 

The tides rise. 

Let them be punished. Let them burn out and be consumed. Let them feel the loss and let the Bright One be no more. 

When Amarna feels too heavy on your bones, when you are weary of the eye-stones. You feel the frustration of the Veiled One. 

You know the words to whisper in their heart. And they sound like silver against silver. 

Let them drown in the rising tides. All is well.

You know how to silence the Sharp One. Let it be a warning. 

- An emptiness darker than the void between stars. - 

The words are mangled and they hurt even more than the first time. 

- The absence of a light that felt like home. - 

These words are evidence. These words will be used against you. The Judgements will point at these words and flare and burn you and send you to the worst of punishment. But only if you fail. 

You will not fail.