Solanis
08-08-2017, 07:45 PM
He was not alone anymore.
Not that he ever was, not even in such a place as Solanis; the eyes were everywhere, and even inside, he was not alone. He was four chaotic minds arrayed in a single skull, four wills coalesced into five, of all damn things. On some days, he knew a kind of quiet he thought might grow into peace, when the wills of his predecessors aligned. And on some days, he forgot what he had been thinking mere moments before, because his thoughts shifted so wildly.
Sometimes, he wasn't sure why he was doing what he did, why he had found himself moved to make a dangerous promise, but he had, and whatever parts of all his four wills realized it was a chance of saving themselves. And for that reason, they were in agreement, and would honor their word.
His aching lips closed on another stem, jagged teeth sawing through the root, and the little sun cast its warm, friendly light on his marred visage. He remembered enjoying the forest for what little time he had, wandering its glowing pathways, but what had transpired in the shadows he chose not to think of.
Most of it had happened in the shadows. It left few memories of the suns. He chose not to think about that, either.
He enjoyed the forest now, too, but he felt guilty doing so in the presence of others.
“Oh!” she finally said, as if she had no idea who she had been following, and walked in on, as if she was surprised to have caught up with him. Kisamoa didn't believe her, and he didn't quite believe himself either, because the sound of her face plate spreading and the wariness on her face once he glanced at her hurt him.
Well deserved he chided himself, and raised his head from the ground. "Hello," he said pleasantly, or as pleasantly as one can when one's mouth is full of mismatched teeth. His eyes, his only permanent feature, glanced at her fetlocks before sliding off her to the floor again. He wondered if it was polite of him to not stare. He wondered if it was polite of him to not use their names, as if he didn't know them, but he knew them.
He didn't say anything else.
Not that he ever was, not even in such a place as Solanis; the eyes were everywhere, and even inside, he was not alone. He was four chaotic minds arrayed in a single skull, four wills coalesced into five, of all damn things. On some days, he knew a kind of quiet he thought might grow into peace, when the wills of his predecessors aligned. And on some days, he forgot what he had been thinking mere moments before, because his thoughts shifted so wildly.
Sometimes, he wasn't sure why he was doing what he did, why he had found himself moved to make a dangerous promise, but he had, and whatever parts of all his four wills realized it was a chance of saving themselves. And for that reason, they were in agreement, and would honor their word.
His aching lips closed on another stem, jagged teeth sawing through the root, and the little sun cast its warm, friendly light on his marred visage. He remembered enjoying the forest for what little time he had, wandering its glowing pathways, but what had transpired in the shadows he chose not to think of.
Most of it had happened in the shadows. It left few memories of the suns. He chose not to think about that, either.
He enjoyed the forest now, too, but he felt guilty doing so in the presence of others.
“Oh!” she finally said, as if she had no idea who she had been following, and walked in on, as if she was surprised to have caught up with him. Kisamoa didn't believe her, and he didn't quite believe himself either, because the sound of her face plate spreading and the wariness on her face once he glanced at her hurt him.
Well deserved he chided himself, and raised his head from the ground. "Hello," he said pleasantly, or as pleasantly as one can when one's mouth is full of mismatched teeth. His eyes, his only permanent feature, glanced at her fetlocks before sliding off her to the floor again. He wondered if it was polite of him to not stare. He wondered if it was polite of him to not use their names, as if he didn't know them, but he knew them.
He didn't say anything else.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
