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agoodyarn2022-08-28 09:43 pm
questionsonly) wrote in agoodyarn2022-08-28 09:43 pm
When We Were Monsters (Magnus 359)
[ Death is a funny thing.
For normal people, it's an end. For people like them, like him and Jacobi and others... it's a choice. It's a moment when you decide whether you want to rest... or if there's something stronger in you. A need, a drive that's stronger than what your body can't handle. Something that defies the End, sends you towards a different path.
A path with teeth.
A path with claws.
A path that has him experiencing the most agonizing pain he's ever known, that has him burning and freezing and screaming wordlessly into the empty vacuum of space. Even the burn of the whiskey down his throat is lost in it, in all of it, flavor and meaning and words and thoughts and everything, everything lost to the drive, the need
the Hunt.
It's agony. Agony as he reaches and holds. Agony as he floats and burns and dies and does not die. And when the Goddard follow up crew finds him, moves to recover his body, he gives one of their officers the scare of their life when he sits up on the table.
Not for long, though, because their throat is in his teeth before he can even think.
Suffice to say, things on board do not go... peacefully.
But that's not really the important part. That's just the inbetween. That's just the how. It's not the why. It's not the what.
The what comes months later.
The what comes in a knock on Jacobi's door from a man in sunglasses and a Goddard Futuristics uniform that most people wouldn't realize has blood on it, but the man behind the door? There's no way he'd miss it.]
For normal people, it's an end. For people like them, like him and Jacobi and others... it's a choice. It's a moment when you decide whether you want to rest... or if there's something stronger in you. A need, a drive that's stronger than what your body can't handle. Something that defies the End, sends you towards a different path.
A path with teeth.
A path with claws.
A path that has him experiencing the most agonizing pain he's ever known, that has him burning and freezing and screaming wordlessly into the empty vacuum of space. Even the burn of the whiskey down his throat is lost in it, in all of it, flavor and meaning and words and thoughts and everything, everything lost to the drive, the need
the Hunt.
It's agony. Agony as he reaches and holds. Agony as he floats and burns and dies and does not die. And when the Goddard follow up crew finds him, moves to recover his body, he gives one of their officers the scare of their life when he sits up on the table.
Not for long, though, because their throat is in his teeth before he can even think.
Suffice to say, things on board do not go... peacefully.
But that's not really the important part. That's just the inbetween. That's just the how. It's not the why. It's not the what.
The what comes months later.
The what comes in a knock on Jacobi's door from a man in sunglasses and a Goddard Futuristics uniform that most people wouldn't realize has blood on it, but the man behind the door? There's no way he'd miss it.]
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He runs hands underneath Kepler's shirt again, this time with the intention of taking it off. "You had to pick a day I wore buttons, didn't you?"