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#the quote i used is from joseph wood krutch
evolutiononthebrain · 11 months
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“Love me or hate me,”
To the watchers, it’s a game. A funny twist they had intended to put on the Life Games to make it more entertaining. Grian, their little ‘escapee’ and Scar, a bumbling fool who somehow had made Grian smitten, their narratives completely intertwined. RQYNEXSK - translated into some sort of alphabet a human brain can understand, not their true name - wasn’t all that impressed by Scar; not with his sunny personality and adoration of the scary feline creatures.
“the desert seems to say,”
But they supposed they had to give the puny half-vex half-human a little credit; after the first Life Game - 3rd Life, RQYNEXSK’s favorite season - the Watchers had come to the conclusion that they didn’t need to meddle with the two’s fates. They seemed perfectly twisted and knotted together on their own. How the man had managed to completely interwove their two strings together was a mystery even beyond the High Council.
“this is what I am,”
Before he had scampered off, Grian’s string - like all Watcher’s strings, kept hidden and privately, heavily guarded - was completely singular. It was straight and red; some dots of color poked through, blue and white staining the younger years of the thread, thin canary yellow - and other colors, like a bright lime green and a darker blue, but canary yellow seemed the most prominent - lines running through the thick of the string. And when he joined the Watchers it had been a mix of overwhelming purple and straining red. But otherwise, completely normal. RQYNEXSK’s own string - though it had probably been a millennia since they’d seen it - had been even worse, full of colors that the High Council assured them didn’t matter anymore.
“and this is what I shall remain.”
But now, if the reports were anything to go by, Grian’s string was completely interlinked with Scar’s. Without any meddling, without any twisting or turning of fate and destiny, they two had braided themselves together. It was almost romantic, but RQYNEXSK wasn’t a sap. The narrative the two had unknowingly written was nothing but dry heat and searing, burning pain - like being trapped in a desert, with nothing but each other.
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