[ Ruffle this bird's feathers and he'll peck the snake's scales right back. Maybe it'll eat him whole one day, maybe it'll wind around him until he draws his last breath. That's just how it goes when it's a little bit of column A, a little bit of column B where as tired as he is to think about the optics of their circumstances, it's as educated as it is a likely poor decision.
And yet again— ]
Owww.
[ —at his ear being tugged, he's nuzzling deeper into Sampo as if he's contemplating whether he's more than just a perch to rest on, but—
a nest. He almost feels comfortable enough to be one, fangs and all, and that's how Elysium knows he's truly lost his mind.
But, what does it mean to miss out? A life spent wandering with no place to be, no place to go. Homes in a place where no one breathes and another in a collection of people who'd wanted to make the world a better place but ultimately of which was a means to an end. A life with no purpose other than to leave things as he'd found them or in better condition, because there was no telling when he'd have to go for one reason or another.
Sampo Koski's opinion matters. Of course it does. What is in a life other than burning bright as you can?
Unfortunately, it should be said that as poetic and touching this all might be, there's a lesson to be learned (or maybe, he's just refused to learn) that his exchanges are hardly ever at a one to one. His hands, dipping down further, will eventually find their way underneath Sampo's cloak. It isn't so much to elicit a reaction as it is to chase after that bit of warmth, closing that useless bit of distance. They might be hiding away from the world, but——they don't need to hide from each other. He'd called Elysium greedy, once, twice. And, he really is. ]
… c'mon. I already told you I would. You know…
[ He thinks of the burning in his chest, of the sea, and of a vial. Of how many variables that have aligned, and maybe that's really what he needs to worry about here. ]
As much of a mess as things are, I'm somehow keeping most of my words to you.
[ … at the cost of his word to others, but there's always a cost, always a price. Funny how he'd admonished Sampo for assigning values only to do practically the same thing, dressed up to look more humane. How unlucky. ]
no subject
And yet again— ]
Owww.
[ —at his ear being tugged, he's nuzzling deeper into Sampo as if he's contemplating whether he's more than just a perch to rest on, but—
a nest. He almost feels comfortable enough to be one, fangs and all, and that's how Elysium knows he's truly lost his mind.
But, what does it mean to miss out? A life spent wandering with no place to be, no place to go. Homes in a place where no one breathes and another in a collection of people who'd wanted to make the world a better place but ultimately of which was a means to an end. A life with no purpose other than to leave things as he'd found them or in better condition, because there was no telling when he'd have to go for one reason or another.
Sampo Koski's opinion matters. Of course it does. What is in a life other than burning bright as you can?
Unfortunately, it should be said that as poetic and touching this all might be, there's a lesson to be learned (or maybe, he's just refused to learn) that his exchanges are hardly ever at a one to one. His hands, dipping down further, will eventually find their way underneath Sampo's cloak. It isn't so much to elicit a reaction as it is to chase after that bit of warmth, closing that useless bit of distance. They might be hiding away from the world, but——they don't need to hide from each other. He'd called Elysium greedy, once, twice. And, he really is. ]
… c'mon. I already told you I would. You know…
[ He thinks of the burning in his chest, of the sea, and of a vial. Of how many variables that have aligned, and maybe that's really what he needs to worry about here. ]
As much of a mess as things are, I'm somehow keeping most of my words to you.
[ … at the cost of his word to others, but there's always a cost, always a price. Funny how he'd admonished Sampo for assigning values only to do practically the same thing, dressed up to look more humane. How unlucky. ]