@discardedPasts β #death
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@pearlescentPetals You think you saved her from the lusus-swarm, didn't you? From the toxins of the conesnails. That's what you both remember, so it must be true. The truth lies in a rainy night. In your violet-blooded friends and you going on a hunt for some fun. For whatever lowblood caught your eye. She did. Of course she did, with her shades and her warm smile. With her friends. All of them scared and trying to stand up to you. You could see the anger in your friends eyes. So when they focused on torturing the olive-blood at your hive, while their ba...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@ultracriticalBalk Your earliest memories of life were cold and harsh. You were alone, mostly. A small child grasping at leaves and twigs to bring you comfort. Your lusus wasnβt around. This made you grow cold. And harsh. Critical of everything around you. That is until they welcomed you. They fed you. Housed you. Healed you. Physically, at least. They gave you a place to stay when not even your own guardian cared to keep tabs on you. Tuhoon showed you joy. He was your first friend. You can recall playing cards with him and the one you werenβt entirely keen ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@chitinousTraveler You're not even a Rainbow Drinker, are you? You did it. You. You. You. It was only you. Hercules Lighteye was a monster, he was a Rainbow Drinker through and through. But you're just... You're just wrong. You don't have his ancient blood in you. You're not a Saint of his Prehistory. You're just wearing his robes. You're just pretending to be something grander. You told yourself the mandibles meant something. The palps gave you the shape of his true maw. Your strange body had to have reason. You ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@turntechGodbird There's paint on your talons. The daises are grey. You could've sworn you were painting them white. When did you start doing this at all? You're smiling. It strains the muscles in your face. You look nothing like yourself. "He's gone." You laugh, swiping the paintbrush across a few more petals to turn them grey. He was limp. Dead. Had to be, and isn't it the funniest thing in the world to think your kid is dead. "That's not funny." You double over at her tone, nearly dropping the paintbrush. When you turn, she's frowning. It'...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@gallowsCalibrator#1443 Is this one yours? Blood pooling under your ribs as the sword sinks in and twists and you look up at the shock on her face as the life leaves you- No. Not yours. You're still alive. The next one, maybe. The courts echo in your ears. Cheers and murmurs. He's across from you. He's on trial, blood colour discovered and waiting for you to read out- Still not yours. You played a game. Try again. Maybe this time it'll be you. She smiles at you and it's like the sun. Blinding and overpowering and painful and yet you can't look...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@eclecticEngineer You aren't quite sure of when the power surges started. They were small at first. Little zaps that would make you crush something suddenly. Enough to make you no longer use them to carry your lusus around. The mediculler doesn't have an answer for you. You stop going out. You try to find reasons, patterns to why they happen. Bright lights. Flashes. You can work around that. You dim your own psionics, slowing the pulse of their rate till they don't hurt your eyes anymore. You wear sunglasses to help and you do not conside...Read more