īŧ sex metaphors at dinner, his new band name! cy makes a soft hm of sound as he cantsn his head like a curious bird to follow sasuke's gaze to the interwoven greenery above. leaves flutter and sway but do not fall, and beneath its welcoming shade the air is cool and inviting as open water on a hot day. īŧ
I don't even know if it's real. Or — if it's real the way we're used to trees being real, anyway. But it's not half bad, huh?
īŧ he leans in against sasuke, companionable. kisses his temple. then: īŧ
I mentioned I like nature. It's... I don't know, I find it restorative. Cleansing, almost. I don't visit a lot of worlds where human structures predate me, but the dirt always does. I might not be older than a single tree but there are a lot of forests that have me beat. It's the closest I ever feel to truly divine, when I'm just... some natural place that's never been touched.
īŧ that's never known pain, never seen a spill of blood, that's never cradled the bones of fallen soldiers in the dirt until they became just another component of its cycle. when he walks a world, he always knows when battle has happened. when life has been taken. when territory has been claimed. all of that information lives unbidden in the back of his mind, and like a dam surrendering to a swollen river, he is often swept away by it, by the horror and strength of its surge. īŧ
Not that I don't like cities, too. I like being around people. But I can lose myself in too much living.
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Date: 2024-01-20 03:12 pm (UTC)I don't even know if it's real. Or — if it's real the way we're used to trees being real, anyway. But it's not half bad, huh?
īŧ he leans in against sasuke, companionable. kisses his temple. then: īŧ
I mentioned I like nature. It's... I don't know, I find it restorative. Cleansing, almost. I don't visit a lot of worlds where human structures predate me, but the dirt always does. I might not be older than a single tree but there are a lot of forests that have me beat. It's the closest I ever feel to truly divine, when I'm just... some natural place that's never been touched.
īŧ that's never known pain, never seen a spill of blood, that's never cradled the bones of fallen soldiers in the dirt until they became just another component of its cycle. when he walks a world, he always knows when battle has happened. when life has been taken. when territory has been claimed. all of that information lives unbidden in the back of his mind, and like a dam surrendering to a swollen river, he is often swept away by it, by the horror and strength of its surge. īŧ
Not that I don't like cities, too. I like being around people. But I can lose myself in too much living.