otakurose16
"So, this is where I'll be boarding?" She paused to eye the train of spiderwebs tangled over the bookshelf. "It's very... homey," she chirped determinedly.
He holds the scalloped edges of this dead creature's home and thinks. He thinks of mortality and permanency and possession, but mostly he thinks that this will make a lovely gift for Marie.
there is pine sap sticky on my hands
pulling pulling pulling
everything i touch stays
there are too many things that stay
i wash and wash and wash
none of them leave
i am not what i want but at least
i am not static, sticky pine
If she didn't see some movement soon, she was going to shoot something. This stillness was eerie. Everything looked so dead when still. She preferred a more vivacious environment, and if she had to liven things up by force? Well, she wouldn't cry.
"It's bad manners to announce yourself like that," she said with a disgruntled sniff.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind when I ever have to do something like this again."
He sat there, in that godawful slouch like he always did. She sat there like she wanted so badly to scold him about ruining his posture. She would not remind him of the future, though. Even if she did worry about his health, now could not be the time to mention it. Not when he was waiting for his doctor to call back. That would be crueler than she was capable of being.
"I finally fixed the radio!" He announced. Everyone else shared an exasperatedly fond smile.
"That's good," one of the others said, "Now we just need a radio station to listen to."
I would carry this backpack with me forever if I could. If only I could.
"It's time," she said. She pointed to the abyss below and nodded.
"Goodbye," I whispered, and let go of everything I had ever held dear.
"Sometimes, I wish we were alone in the galaxy," he sighed.
The other paused to consider this.
"It would be easier," the other said, "but I think I would die of boredom." The other paused to smirk. "And you wouldn't want that," the other said, the same smirk affixed to his face, "Would you?"
"I know I'm not lucky." she said with a laugh.
"And you're okay with this?"
"Of course. I prefer to make my own luck. I don't need to be lucky."
load more entries
writing since 2010 · 19 entries · 19 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Aubra showed up.
4longest streak
19days written
0.1entries / week
the words Aubra reaches for
habitdiefoodnowdeadpausedpullingwashcaptainemptymeansoonjunkyardhatedsupposegirl