[koby thinks (in the spaces between the thrumming noise in his skull, pulsing in his teeth, his sternum, his gut) about how many of them had wanted to leave, when first waking up in saltburnt. how it had seemed alien, dangerous, untrustworthy. and now he misses it like he’d missed the group home, out at sea, desperately lonely and aching for something familiar, mundane, knowable. washing the dishes and chattering while ani paints her nails and yells at jake or saber for slacking. busing tables at the restaurant and laughing at the crew. his books, his notes, his projects. himself.
saltburnt was inescapable, unyielding, but it was home, now. and they’d left it, come here, made themselves vulnerable to (what, what, to what?) whatever would come.
but if koby thought about that too much, he’d start screaming and never stop. he’d give up desperately trying to hold onto his sanity, himself, and just surrender to the oblivion offered by being an oracle, because then he wouldn’t have to think about what they’d lost.
so, instead:] Explain why “goat” is a good thing again, please? [IMAGE ATTACHMENT]
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saltburnt was inescapable, unyielding, but it was home, now. and they’d left it, come here, made themselves vulnerable to (what, what, to what?) whatever would come.
but if koby thought about that too much, he’d start screaming and never stop. he’d give up desperately trying to hold onto his sanity, himself, and just surrender to the oblivion offered by being an oracle, because then he wouldn’t have to think about what they’d lost.
so, instead:] Explain why “goat” is a good thing again, please?
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I named this one Peony.