#voidshrieker

High key wanna RP Hermaeus Mora.

He had loved like no other.  He had given his heart, mind, body, and soul over to the one he loved, and in the end he had been discarded.  The man who once by the name of Mordecai, who once went by the name of “24″ of “Maine” laid in the snow bleeding out. 

He didn’t believe in Hell, and something from the fall had jarred back his sense of self.  For so long he’d been lost to the Meta.  A cacophony of voices and personalities in one mind. 

To be whole.  To be human.  

His humanity had been stolen from him long before he could remember.  A child.  Fourteen.  A name he barely hung onto.  Someone he’d known as ‘Rebecca’.  Someone important, but who he could not say.

David.  

Was he dead?  Had he killed him?  Even free of Sigma’s strings he was still dancing to his long dead tune.

It was a simple fact that 24 did not know how to function as his own being anymore.  He needed commands, and with Sigma and the rest of the AI, he need not think for himself.  His body was their body.  They were his soul.  And they were long dead.  They were his humanity, and his best friend, the man who had once been his lover along with the original AI had destroyed them.

He was no longer Meta.  That was a name David had clung to.  It was an identity he had clung to.  He was no longer Maine.  That identity died with Sigma’s implantation.  24 officially died on the operating table.

Mordecai.

“Yes.”

flower: Creek is shit at gardening.  the only animal she can keep alive is the animal she doesn’t have to take care of.

Ghostie: she does NOT fuck with ouji boards ok