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writetomyheart2019-04-08 11:55 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2019-04-08 11:55 pm
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[team sonic] pieces, skin to bone
First words from Geometries. This post is scheduled.
Reality comes with pesky things like friction, lines with non-zero thickness, and gravity, and no amount of offended muttering will make them go away. It's a good thing, then, that Ten can slip the heavy bones of the earth and escape.
“Daisy to Freyja,” he calls, voice too clear. He'd rather have crackling, something to blur the sharpness. Sometimes all the green, all the life is suffocating, even though he knows he's a part of it.
“Freyja here,” WinWin calls back, and doesn't ask any questions. “Taking a spin?”
“Circling around the moon,” Ten replies. “I'll meet you on the dark side?” Of course, there are no dark sides, not anymore.
“Sounds good,” WinWin says, and mutes his channel, leaving Ten alone with his thoughts. The sleek white craft rises, leaves hardly stirring as he rises above the canopy. Ten closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he pulls the throttle. When he opens them again, stars are scattered across his viewport like daisies beneath his feet.
Reality comes with pesky things like friction, lines with non-zero thickness, and gravity, and no amount of offended muttering will make them go away. It's a good thing, then, that Ten can slip the heavy bones of the earth and escape.
“Daisy to Freyja,” he calls, voice too clear. He'd rather have crackling, something to blur the sharpness. Sometimes all the green, all the life is suffocating, even though he knows he's a part of it.
“Freyja here,” WinWin calls back, and doesn't ask any questions. “Taking a spin?”
“Circling around the moon,” Ten replies. “I'll meet you on the dark side?” Of course, there are no dark sides, not anymore.
“Sounds good,” WinWin says, and mutes his channel, leaving Ten alone with his thoughts. The sleek white craft rises, leaves hardly stirring as he rises above the canopy. Ten closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he pulls the throttle. When he opens them again, stars are scattered across his viewport like daisies beneath his feet.