王の雫 ; ݁ ╱ 𝐖͟ᴵᴺ𝐃𝐒 ᴏғ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝙵𝐈𝐅𝚃𝙷 .

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUCK

we, as children of this very star, have to come to terms with that truth eventually.

to feel pain is still to feel, no.ᐣ

we cannot be given life if death does not exist, somewhere. we cannot experience, cherish, and grow . . . if we cannot lose, too. if we cannot grieve.

these things are not an evil, Nata. I think you understand that, to some extent.

. . . it is scary. there’s nothing we can do to change that.

but we live, despite it; do we not.ᐣ eventually, we, too, will be carried on through others’ lives. do not let that fear shackle you to such a degree that you fear experiencing altogether. all things come with duality.

a lot, huh.

. . . mm.

what are you most afraid of losing right now, Nata.ᐣ

( snrk. )

ah. true enough. he could use the scolding, anyhow. zero filter, that guy . . . ( 💧 )

okay. well. good morning, then.

. . .

have you been asleep for five months

thus, much as their fates are written into the stars and their spirits return to the soils, we are as bound by cycles as everything else is. just another cogwheel amidst a tapestry that works to spin this very earth.

that, though, is the very reason the allhearken stands before us. I’m sure you understand.

I wouldn't interpret it as being all alone. it’s a short - sighted perspective.

we live. we meet new people. we lose them. we carry those stories on while we repeat this cycle.

. . .

for much of my earlier days, it was a fear that ensnared me, too. many a comrade did I fail to cherish for the time they stood by me for that very reason.

the absence of grief for a time does naught to quell it for the long term, though.

. . . it’s a fear that grips the traditions and practices of many wyverian settlements, really.

humans have such fleeting lives compared to we, who are blessed with the vitality of the ancestral dragon, despite the shedding of scales and horns in exchange for skin.

( sigh. gentle pap on the head. )

you’re fine. just don’t let Alma hear, or I’m going to be in for a real headache of a lecture when I get back.

( cough. ) the really old ones are. much shorter.

. . . second,

for . . . wyverian standards — especially those of the old age, for those that do still tread the earth — the Allhearken is . . . not terribly old, actually.

( COUGHING. SPUTTERING. )

o — okay. language, first off. ( 💧 )

when you’ve lived long enough that the events of decades past feel as recent as the last moonrise, it's all duty all the same.

as the antediluvian whom linger amidst the dark cosmos and beyond do, even now —— someone must bear these necessary weights.

your people are not unlike that, too.

where are they getting these words from

I — I’m not. . . . chopped.ᐣ I. guh.

( * voyager star hurt itself in its confusion. )

you get used to it after a while

maybe, but most things regarding my life usually do.

i’m outnumbered here. i want my phone call.

i’d nap it off

// i cannot stop laughing af this clip from last night

oh to be omnipresent and not have my consciousness limited to one realm at a time

it’s not. your fault. i just.

( SIGH. )

i leave for a few days and you’re tempted to gut yourself over a man you will hopefully never have the displeasure of meeting. by the five