☆ lost in orbit
{☆} characters tsaritsa
{☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings violence [ implied ], unhealthy relationship
{☆} word count 0.6k
She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.
Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?
A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.
Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.
Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.
Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.
You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.
Yet she doesn't.
Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.
It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.
Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.
Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?
Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?
You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..
But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.
And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..
She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.
And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.
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the book of job can be a very queer book actually. it's all about how you can't actually just hold to theological propositions totally divorced from reality and personal experience bc you think the world doesn't make sense otherwise. it's about clinging to your own righteousness even as your 'friends' try to drag your name into the dirt bc it threatens their elaborate theological diorama of the world where everything is nice and neat. it's about how pain and suffering is not a punishment for something wrong with you. and it's about struggling with God, and understanding that in the end we know nothing and can say nothing, and yet if we resolve to speak our truth perhaps in the end we can be judged to have spoken rightly of God like his servant Job.
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been having nimona thoughts for the past week or so since i watched the movie, just kind of reflecting on nd stevenson’s wider body of work and development as an artist and mulling over his statements about the movie having a more explicitly happy ending than the comic. and i think it’s so interesting and beautiful in a way that just makes me so fucking happy. like, nimona the movie is so nice. it is softer and warmer than the comic, rounding its edges (but not completely sanding them away) to turn into a kids movie, and what a kids movie it is! nimona the comic is cruel and gritty and complicated in much more uncomfortable ways than the movie, and its ending is so profoundly bittersweet and hopeful and just. deeply deeply meaningful to me. and then the movie’s like hey :) what if nimona saw ballister for who he was :) a friend :) and im like WAHHHHHHH. it’s so nice :’)
also just think it’s neat that goldenheart are overall a much happier, more stable couple in the movie, because whilst i personally prefer analysing crazy gay bitches (utena fan), watching gay people get to be gay in nice and fun ways is like :) like what’s a mainstream animated film with a gay protagonist who starts the film in a relationship and has that relationship be a central plot point throughout? and also they kiss and are in love at the end? it’s a big deal!!!! it’s awesome to see!! it made me incredibly happy !!!!! god fucking bless
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(Gay bear flag anon) I’m stupider than anything because after realizing your pfp wasn’t the gay bear flag I was like. Ah yes the beach in the evening. Except it’s not it’s Wolfwood having a smoke sitting on a crate. Which is excellent btw. And your vibe is immaculate don’t worry
Sjfjsjskd the possible interpretations of art are as limitless as the night sky and this is most definitely a vibes-based pic, especially when squashed down to half a centimetre
It's not a very recognisable picture of Wolfwood I don't think & tbh (especially when it's so small on my phone screen) it's kinda like abstract art to me too lol. I had a pic of WW from the manga which I thought worked better as visually legible pfp but I used that for my alt account so I landed on this instead
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