01-22-2019, 11:59 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
That is how is starts - a simple drop in the complexity of life. A small tick in the mind; create some chaos. How fortunate that you should be able to participate - to be able to tamper and toil with others’ lives and minds. Is it fun, little one? Causing their minds to stretch and meld to your wont? . You can see their dreams, desires, the darkest dark of their minds, the heaviest and most uncertain parts. It must be terrifying, having no control over what picks apart the things inside you. You, little star-side girl, can trail your fingertips across anyone’s thoughts and have access to it all. What do they want- What sears their souls with utter panic- What do they ache to accomplish, to do, to see, to be.
You can manipulate anyone with a little elbow grease. Is that what you did with your ‘Vulgaris’? Did you crawl inside his head and turn him exactly into what you want? Or did you want for nothing - did you simply want to see a bit of chaos in his life. Sometimes it is just nice to watch the world spin off its axis.
Is that what you wanted this time? You saw Him, a solid and secure thing in the rifts of the meadow, and you wanted to see just how much he could crumble. It’s a shame, when you are wrong, isn’t it? You push and pull, a soft tapping on the edge of his conscience; but nothing comes- He is impenetrable (and yet there you go, relying on patience). He remains quiet, while your constellation of fingers etch across his skull for a way in. You are brazen in your statements, for someone so young and naive. “You say that as if you have seen her before.” Have you really seen her? Perhaps through the mind of others, if you had been lucky enough to stumble across someone so old as to be from ‘before’. Or perhaps you were assuming that she had always been like this - rife with traits and magic, these strange lands having always been home (no Chamber, no Valley, no Dale) - He lets those thoughts lay. Best not to stir them up from the depths now.
You come closer, moving with confidence unexpected for your age. His eyes flash briefly with amusement; akin to that malicious eyebrow raise. “And crawling into the minds of others entertains you, hm?” There was no doubt you knew there was no way in - you had felt the push back of his magic just as much as he had felt the pull of your trying. “Eight.” He offers no niceties - simple and straight. He looks at you, your forward and blunt behavior so reminiscent of a long ago friend (‘friend’, a euphemism, perhaps). But he does not pry, does not fill you with flowing magic to see your past and your present. He is content to banter. “And so, Starsin, you romp about looking for entertainment. What has piqued you most recently? What are you looking for now?” And what, per say, could she do for him.
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and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in