fairywearsboots
Myriad of wires, bright lights blinking under his fingers. Every node, every circuit feeling infinitely more connected than his own meager veins and heart, than the inadequate tendons of his real arm.
He stands at the cliff, looking over foamy white fog crawling through the valleys beneath. Somewhere down there, where he needs to be, there might be a place where he knows, where he can remember. Why he's here.
warmth everywhere, on my skin, in my eyes, the horizon blurring with heat and the stone sizzling underneath me. A small lizard sits next to me, staring at the sun with closed eyes. I lay back until my head hits solid granite, a focal point of summer through my burning hair.
the knife was heavy in her hand, and the blood around her was a sea of red. a sea of life and she let herself fall back into it, the salty wetness entering her through her mouth and nose and ears, joining with the other redness cursing through her.