Archangel, at times, fears that he has distorted upon the Consciousness Orb. He fears that what he is experiencing is nothing more than a delusion of his mind in order to remain sane in a dying and rotting world. Yet he thinks that if this were a distortion -- if he had become a Grotesque -- that he would have created a world where he could bed Dextera whenever he wants.
No, wait -- the world. He would dream of a world that is whole and clean and good. Would he be the Absolute God? Is that what his ruined self believe? In such a pretty little lie. Or maybe, his mind would regress and relive the past and -- he isn't sure. What would his Baroque truly be? What horrific shape would it be? ]
Sinistra.
[ He calls to the twin that lives with him instead. He's tired of these early morning thoughts. They come to him when he looks up at the ceiling in the dark. But he isn't in any pain. Of course, the pain of being speared on the Consciousness Orb faded from his senses after awhile, too. Maybe he is in some anguish without realizing it.
Archangel crawls into the bed that Sinistra's sleeping. He reaches his hand out to brush the hair out of the other's face and behind his ear, like they're actually lovers that do those sort of actions.
He's tired of his thoughts and wants to hurt Dextera. He's filled with unreasonable hate. He wants to hurt Dextera in ways that Dextera isn't even aware of, and that brings a little bit of peace into his heart. ]
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Archangel, at times, fears that he has distorted upon the Consciousness Orb. He fears that what he is experiencing is nothing more than a delusion of his mind in order to remain sane in a dying and rotting world. Yet he thinks that if this were a distortion -- if he had become a Grotesque -- that he would have created a world where he could bed Dextera whenever he wants.
No, wait -- the world. He would dream of a world that is whole and clean and good. Would he be the Absolute God? Is that what his ruined self believe? In such a pretty little lie. Or maybe, his mind would regress and relive the past and -- he isn't sure. What would his Baroque truly be? What horrific shape would it be? ]
Sinistra.
[ He calls to the twin that lives with him instead. He's tired of these early morning thoughts. They come to him when he looks up at the ceiling in the dark. But he isn't in any pain. Of course, the pain of being speared on the Consciousness Orb faded from his senses after awhile, too. Maybe he is in some anguish without realizing it.
Archangel crawls into the bed that Sinistra's sleeping. He reaches his hand out to brush the hair out of the other's face and behind his ear, like they're actually lovers that do those sort of actions.
He's tired of his thoughts and wants to hurt Dextera. He's filled with unreasonable hate. He wants to hurt Dextera in ways that Dextera isn't even aware of, and that brings a little bit of peace into his heart. ]
Sinistra, wake up.