The Status of Things
Elizabeth Shull
Colored pencil on paper
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Flowering Wave
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"Well, I mean, I've never cracked open my chest to double check. So I can't be 100% sure. But it seems like the safest bet."
Yeah, he was going to stick with magic being his guess. It explained most of the other weirdnesses he had. Why not this?
"Yeah, whales and dolphins and stuff breath air, but they don't inhale underwater, as far as I've noticed. So thet's still a big difference between them and me." He tilted his head in contemplation. "Through my skin? Is that a thing for any creature?"
"Me either. I should double check with Ilari, I think he might know. Maybe he has gills? I've never noticed... But that might just be me. being me"
Rahim wrinkled his nose at Andras' chuckles. The tickles were purposeful? How dare he! Rahim grabbed his hand, looping their fingers together and nipping at his boyfriends knuckle.
"Yeah, usually on the side. But if the fish or whatever is really flat, they can be on the bottom. Like with stingrays! As for how they work, I know that's how they breath water. I assume I have lungs, because I don't have gills, and I can breath air. But that doesn't explain how I can breath water." He paused at that conclusion. "I'm gonna chalk it up to simple magic."
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where does your soul rest?
lost in a blooming orchard
if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would find peace in a blooming orchard; it would admire how the grass becomes a pink carpet underneath cherry trees, it would get inebriated with the fruity scent of ripe peaches. like a seed that grows from the humid soil, you're someone who helps others grow- you're the sunlight, the rain, the oxygen. you help, you nurture, you care for your loved ones like mother earth cares for her green lungs. i feel like spring blooms beneath your skin, maybe magic runs in your veins as well. i think you give the best hugs and the best advices. if your soul had a color, it would be the prettiest minty blue, and it would smell like orange blossoms.
right over there, behind the moon
if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul wouldn't live on this planet; i think it doesn't suit it. you deserve more, better, you deserve the moon and all the stars and the entire galaxies. funny how people can spot colorful planets playing hide and seek in the depths of your eyes, such beautiful mirrors, and i don't really blame them if they get lost in them. to someone, i feel like you're hard to reach. you have dreams, ambitions, you're like the humid august wind that dances in a lover's hair. do you ever spend nights with your nose up, facing the sky? maybe stargazing? i think it would be comforting knowing your soul would be there, always present, holding hands with falling stars and singing lullabies to the clouds. you're such a dream. if your soul had a color, it would be a glittery purple with blue highlights, and it would smell like peonies.
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ÉMILE-PAUL VERNON (detail)
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Green Wheat Fields, Auvers, Vincent van Gogh, 1890
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ABZÛ • (dev. Giant Squid)
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"I've always wondered about that. If it's only animals that can tell, and how." She mused quietly. It was always a strange reminder of how different she was now. Not in a bad way, just... a reminder.
Whisper smiled at her friend.
"Sounds like our responsibilities are rather similar. I don't have a specific herd, but I detour hunters in off seasons, and care for any sick animals I come across. It's all part of keeping a forest heathy and balanced."
She stayed low, letting them come and sniff her. Soon reaching up to scratch behind their ears if they’d let her. Moving slowly the whole time so they wouldn’t spook.
“I’m glad they can sense it. Most creatures can, although I’m not sure why.” Her voice hushed in deference to the deer. “Must have to do with my powers, I’m just an extension of the scenery to them.”
She crooned at and pet them a bit longer before straightening up again.
“So you take care of this herd? Does that mean merely living with them, or is there more to it?”
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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
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