12-17-2020, 09:22 PM
WORSHIP
He should not have strayed so far from his home, Worship.
But the legs ache with their want to wander and he knows, even as young as he is, that he has no business denying them.
So, he goes. Not for any reason in particular except that sometimes he feels compelled to move.
There is nothing that he’s running from. There is no unhappiness in Tephra, but sometimes he thinks that he is perhaps more intense than the rest of them. Certainly more intense than his father would want him to be. If intense is the right word for it.
He feels things so profoundly. As if they have been carved out of his chest and cast out into the world. As if all of the things in the world belong to him exclusively.
And it is not magic that makes him feel this way but rather some sort of defect in his hardwiring. It is not a blessing but a curse, the way he feels things in the very marrow of his bones. The way he feels things in the beat of his strong, strong heart.
He moves into the meadow, which is where his father met his mother. But he doesn’t know this because he has not known to ask and his parents have never volunteered the information.
If he’d known, perhaps he would think it something poetic.
But he is oblivious as he moves across the great plain, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.
And then he sees her and he feels, quite plainly, as if he has never seen anything else in the world. He sees her and he feels as if she is the only thing that has ever really existed.
He has never seen anything so beautiful.
Nothing that even came close.
He ventures closer. He holds his breath.
He does not blink until he’s close enough to confirm that she is, in fact, real and will not dissolve should he close his eyes even briefly.
“I’ve never seen anything like you,” he whispers.
But the legs ache with their want to wander and he knows, even as young as he is, that he has no business denying them.
So, he goes. Not for any reason in particular except that sometimes he feels compelled to move.
There is nothing that he’s running from. There is no unhappiness in Tephra, but sometimes he thinks that he is perhaps more intense than the rest of them. Certainly more intense than his father would want him to be. If intense is the right word for it.
He feels things so profoundly. As if they have been carved out of his chest and cast out into the world. As if all of the things in the world belong to him exclusively.
And it is not magic that makes him feel this way but rather some sort of defect in his hardwiring. It is not a blessing but a curse, the way he feels things in the very marrow of his bones. The way he feels things in the beat of his strong, strong heart.
He moves into the meadow, which is where his father met his mother. But he doesn’t know this because he has not known to ask and his parents have never volunteered the information.
If he’d known, perhaps he would think it something poetic.
But he is oblivious as he moves across the great plain, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.
And then he sees her and he feels, quite plainly, as if he has never seen anything else in the world. He sees her and he feels as if she is the only thing that has ever really existed.
He has never seen anything so beautiful.
Nothing that even came close.
He ventures closer. He holds his breath.
He does not blink until he’s close enough to confirm that she is, in fact, real and will not dissolve should he close his eyes even briefly.
“I’ve never seen anything like you,” he whispers.
you were the boat that breached in the tale of conrad
oh, i loved you with the good and the careless of me
but it all goes bad
oh, i loved you with the good and the careless of me
but it all goes bad
@[Stellaria] Grammarly says this post is 'admiring' lmao