kaimana
You're so caught up in your artistry that you don't notice how upset Oia is becoming, and that is a mistake. As one of the few people who can clearly read her moods (and as her brother and best friend and other half, somewhat literally), it is your responsibility to keep track of her energy. You just... really like painting, as it turns out.
But as you finish up and come back to the real world the end of your twin's protest reaches you, and oh no, you can feel it coming. Like your twin you live in absolute certainty as to how one reaches Mort and what should be done with bodies, but unlike her you are able to accept that people have feelings and opinions which defy fact.
Putting down your brush and wiping stray bits of pain onto your hands and arms and everywhere else. Your attention is focused entirely on your twin, and you barely glance at Loren and the Abasi as you reach out to grasp her hand, smiling warmly at your sister, her fingers squeezed reassuringly between yours.
"We're gonna go now," you announce unnecessarily, guiding your twin toward the door. As you usher her out you turn back to the other men, a bright and unapologetic grin on your face as you wave a warm goodbye. "You're welcome for the help!"
And then you're back in the open air, where mushrooms are allowed to live in peace and the air smells like dirt instead of paint and the sky goes up forever instead of just as high as whoever made the building thought appropriate, which is never high enough.
But as you finish up and come back to the real world the end of your twin's protest reaches you, and oh no, you can feel it coming. Like your twin you live in absolute certainty as to how one reaches Mort and what should be done with bodies, but unlike her you are able to accept that people have feelings and opinions which defy fact.
Putting down your brush and wiping stray bits of pain onto your hands and arms and everywhere else. Your attention is focused entirely on your twin, and you barely glance at Loren and the Abasi as you reach out to grasp her hand, smiling warmly at your sister, her fingers squeezed reassuringly between yours.
"We're gonna go now," you announce unnecessarily, guiding your twin toward the door. As you usher her out you turn back to the other men, a bright and unapologetic grin on your face as you wave a warm goodbye. "You're welcome for the help!"
And then you're back in the open air, where mushrooms are allowed to live in peace and the air smells like dirt instead of paint and the sky goes up forever instead of just as high as whoever made the building thought appropriate, which is never high enough.
as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
'cus you're a queen and i'm a lionheart
