09-23-2020, 11:22 PM
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They hadn’t realized how long They had been standing by the very edge, letting the waves steal parts of Themselves away into the oblivion. As the ocean sings forevermore until the Moon would move on from the World, They sometimes think there are names clung onto its lullaby notes. As if it would be calling after Them. Telling Them to come.
Come home. Come home. Come home.
“But where is home?,” would Their heart cry out. There is never a response from the ocean, a something, but there can be from a someone like Alexios, with her offer that melted into kindness, a warmth filling in Them, slowly, gently. Their lips curl into a smile of a darling, starlight spilled from a lonely body. Perhaps, a home can be a person who does truly care and love, and They are looking right at it.
“I would love that a lot!,” They chirp in response, glancing back at the ocean and scratches the nape of Their neck. “I was, uh, planning to collect some shells and other pretty stuff for my art and crafts.” They face back at Alexios and Their eyes gleam at the thought of Their projects. They had been desiring to create with any shiny goods that they can find on the island. Maybe turn these artworks into wonderful gifts for Their friends. For now though, simply creating something with what Life brings will be enough to Them. “If the water is cold, then it would be nice if I have someone to suffer with me.” They chuckle afterward, Their heels bouncing on the soaked sands in eagerness to be accompanied with.
They hadn’t realized how long They had been standing by the very edge, letting the waves steal parts of Themselves away into the oblivion. As the ocean sings forevermore until the Moon would move on from the World, They sometimes think there are names clung onto its lullaby notes. As if it would be calling after Them. Telling Them to come.
Come home. Come home. Come home.
“But where is home?,” would Their heart cry out. There is never a response from the ocean, a something, but there can be from a someone like Alexios, with her offer that melted into kindness, a warmth filling in Them, slowly, gently. Their lips curl into a smile of a darling, starlight spilled from a lonely body. Perhaps, a home can be a person who does truly care and love, and They are looking right at it.
“I would love that a lot!,” They chirp in response, glancing back at the ocean and scratches the nape of Their neck. “I was, uh, planning to collect some shells and other pretty stuff for my art and crafts.” They face back at Alexios and Their eyes gleam at the thought of Their projects. They had been desiring to create with any shiny goods that they can find on the island. Maybe turn these artworks into wonderful gifts for Their friends. For now though, simply creating something with what Life brings will be enough to Them. “If the water is cold, then it would be nice if I have someone to suffer with me.” They chuckle afterward, Their heels bouncing on the soaked sands in eagerness to be accompanied with.
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I AM AFRAID OF MYSELF AND SO ARE THE GODS
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