How to Fall out of Love
Fandom: Namesake
Character(s): Warrick Chopper, Ozma, Chiseri, minor mentions of other characters
Summary: He forgets what Ozma sounds like.
Creative sideblog of shoopzig.
How to Fall out of Love
Fandom: Namesake
Character(s): Warrick Chopper, Ozma, Chiseri, minor mentions of other characters
Summary: He forgets what Ozma sounds like.
I miss Taiwan.
I miss heat that settled around you like a heavy fur coat
I miss warm rain
I miss all rain (it poured spectacularly)
I miss little roads with no sidewalks, and street food, and restaurants that weren’t affected and stiff
(and had strangers touch elbows)
I miss buses that rattled on flimsy skeletons, trains propped to touch the muddled atmosphere, taxis that could whisper past cars with only a cat’s breath of space saving it from dents
I miss the mountains with their green blankets
I miss the cities with their smoggy veils
I miss a language I never really learnt
I miss the sweet sting of childhood memories that catch me when I am not ready
I miss the first dull-toothed bite of winter
I miss wandering
I miss street fairs
(I miss you)
You are drowning, or rather: you have drowned. You spend two millennia opening your eyes with lead muscles and heavy heart drop beats and the surface is farther away than childhood. You develop tunnel vision. You mold yourself into the perfect bland unfeeling. Your humour suffers, because your heart is on vacation; you haven’t seen it in a while. Your stomach is the only thing that works, now, and all it does is twist itself up into a cheap Gordian Knot, but you don’t have a sword and even if you did you aren’t sure if your fingers could close around the grip. You don’t breathe. Another two millennia pass and you rest your hands on your abdomen. Around you the water is ready to push in and drown you again, but you ignore it; you think, therefore you are, you do not think you are drowned, and therefore there is no water in your collapsed lungs. Five millennia; and you can hear your mother, distorted through water, but you ignore her because you are too busy not breathing. Slowly you sink, spread out where everyone can see your rotting rusted star shape. An eon; then you remember the past and suck in brackish sea. Time restarts and you curl into a ball and not sink but fall fall fall the water is air and the light is black your ruined lungs explode your heart is lost your spine distends your stomach is split by needles you find a gun and-
You are drowning, or rather: you have drowned.
Her stars balance on the tips of her fingers. They alight on the end of her nose, tremble on the edges of her eyelashes, shine from hidden curls of her hair. When she laughs softly they flurry into a tiny microcosm of a galaxy. Her eyes flutter greenly, apple-like, and another solar system is devastated by her smile. The little cold-hot fusion reactors settle into the snugs of her elbows and draw themselves to the curve of her hip. She draws up each small world and gentles her breath on them, and they melt in her sister-love. She bends and finds all the universes have finally come out, and they announce her return as solemn as ministers, with deep belfry voices and their webbed fingers folded on their chests. Her red supernovas untwine their petals and gleam with light. And when Skaia slips over the edge of the horizon and she sits in the threshold of her door she sips hot soup and wiggles her toes in the soft heaps of celestial bodies.
Unfortunately, she does not even get a scratch in. (Alpha Universe Jade drabble)
╔═ (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ ═╗
╚════ ┬──┬◡ﾉ(° -°ﾉ) ═╝
:DD My Santabound gift! It’s pretty good. The Horrorterror speech was really hard to read but also a really good concept. <3
Thank you so much, Bezhranic!
Ack, I’m sorry! The Zalgo text worked on my computer, it must’ve translated badly D8
You’re welcome ‘v’
