Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”No, I highly doubt it tastes better than the chefs,” she says, her voice teasing and her grin mischievous. ”But it is vastly more fun to steal a scone from you than it is to steal one from someone’s whose entire job is to give it to me.” She almost continues to ask him if he’s never done that, but she doesn’t, recalling previous conversations they have had. It seems unlikely he’d ever swiped food from a sibling simply for the enjoyment of being an annoying sibling.
She gives him a look as he uses the word ‘protect’, as if standing there with your face on display was a dangerous thing. Though for once, she doesn’t push the subject. The only person he was protecting was himself, but that’s an okay thing. ”No. Maybe once, though if so, it’s been a very long time.” Life in Halo was about finding food and surviving Deepfrost and little more. Or at least, it had been until now.
Huffing in a dramatic, exasperated, but clearly joking manner, she adds, ”not before the actual Gods. The war, the catastrophe, the storms that locked them in their icy prison. She lets him continue though, and his question leaves her quiet for a moment. The truth is, she doesn’t know how to answer. ”Some part of me jumps for joy at the idea, like I want to just scream yes, of course. But we don’t actually know that it was better, merely different. I would love to know what Halo once was. Hell, what Caido once was. But at least this is a monster we understand.” Though still, if it were truly possible, she would be lying if she said she would not try.
She gives him a look as he uses the word ‘protect’, as if standing there with your face on display was a dangerous thing. Though for once, she doesn’t push the subject. The only person he was protecting was himself, but that’s an okay thing. ”No. Maybe once, though if so, it’s been a very long time.” Life in Halo was about finding food and surviving Deepfrost and little more. Or at least, it had been until now.
Huffing in a dramatic, exasperated, but clearly joking manner, she adds, ”not before the actual Gods. The war, the catastrophe, the storms that locked them in their icy prison. She lets him continue though, and his question leaves her quiet for a moment. The truth is, she doesn’t know how to answer. ”Some part of me jumps for joy at the idea, like I want to just scream yes, of course. But we don’t actually know that it was better, merely different. I would love to know what Halo once was. Hell, what Caido once was. But at least this is a monster we understand.” Though still, if it were truly possible, she would be lying if she said she would not try.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
