Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
Try things
Learn from mistakes
Two things Michael was innately BAD at. So much so that sometimes one might believe he did it on purpose. It was no easy thing to live your entire life a certain way and then learn you must adapt for survival. Adapting to an invasion wasn’t easy, but it was possible. It wasn’t TERRIFYING like being among people was. Even more frightening the idea that the gods should be turned to. Believed in.
Where the FUCK were they then while all of this was happening? So much for prayers and hope. They weren’t doing a god damn thing, so why should he turn to THEM when they’d fucked him his whole damn life, huh?
W H Y?
He curled his fingers into slow fists and held his head. Lifted one and pressed the heel of a hand to his brow as his head started to pound. Everything in him screamed to leave. Just get up, walk away, and don’t turn back. Let whatever the hell this was happen and find a way to survive it on his own.
Even Michael knew, though, deep down, that it wasn’t possible. He’d die if he kept following his old ways or worse. Because there was ALWAYS worse; he just needed to decide what kind of ‘awful’ he was willing to get on board with. And, trust me, for him, turning to the gods or settling in where other people happened to be was just one more level of crap.
“So, what?” He let his hand fall back against the table with a THUD as he watched her. “We just… grab them and fling them off a cliff to their deaths?” Sarcasm dripped from his words, a voice drenched in frustration.
And fear.
“I’ll be the first to admit that the gods aren’t any friends of mine, but… I’d rather them than whatever the fuck this invasion has brought.” Digits slid back through short-cropped hair, elbows propper now on the table as he rested his brow in his palms. “I just need to know what to do, some sort of… direction. Because I have no idea what the hell is going on save for what you just told me. What does that even mean, 'band together'? With you? Someone else? Go find a crowd and sing kumbaya with them?"
Learn from mistakes
Two things Michael was innately BAD at. So much so that sometimes one might believe he did it on purpose. It was no easy thing to live your entire life a certain way and then learn you must adapt for survival. Adapting to an invasion wasn’t easy, but it was possible. It wasn’t TERRIFYING like being among people was. Even more frightening the idea that the gods should be turned to. Believed in.
Where the FUCK were they then while all of this was happening? So much for prayers and hope. They weren’t doing a god damn thing, so why should he turn to THEM when they’d fucked him his whole damn life, huh?
W H Y?
He curled his fingers into slow fists and held his head. Lifted one and pressed the heel of a hand to his brow as his head started to pound. Everything in him screamed to leave. Just get up, walk away, and don’t turn back. Let whatever the hell this was happen and find a way to survive it on his own.
Even Michael knew, though, deep down, that it wasn’t possible. He’d die if he kept following his old ways or worse. Because there was ALWAYS worse; he just needed to decide what kind of ‘awful’ he was willing to get on board with. And, trust me, for him, turning to the gods or settling in where other people happened to be was just one more level of crap.
“So, what?” He let his hand fall back against the table with a THUD as he watched her. “We just… grab them and fling them off a cliff to their deaths?” Sarcasm dripped from his words, a voice drenched in frustration.
And fear.
“I’ll be the first to admit that the gods aren’t any friends of mine, but… I’d rather them than whatever the fuck this invasion has brought.” Digits slid back through short-cropped hair, elbows propper now on the table as he rested his brow in his palms. “I just need to know what to do, some sort of… direction. Because I have no idea what the hell is going on save for what you just told me. What does that even mean, 'band together'? With you? Someone else? Go find a crowd and sing kumbaya with them?"
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
