Vignette from the tournament.
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DDS2. Heat. On the mantra.
i just know that i’m here to help everyone
There’s a word, ‘dream’, the kind where you’re in two places at once and one of you doesn’t care. Hearing her sing is like being pulled by the hair out of one and forced to give a shit about the other. It’s not gentle. It’s not soft, not until you get there. Light blinds the same way ice and wind and fire burn. Sera’s song is knowing. It’s remembering.
Heat hates remembering.
It reminds him who makes the rules. Who made him. Why she made him the way she did
to make Serph look better
what she didn’t understand and didn’t want to
and he didn’t either
why he had to exist at all, as consolation, as a fucking fairy-tale to a girl who lived in Hell and he was one of the people keeping her there but all he wanted was her happiness, her safety, her life and for all those things she had in her head to come true and her. I want her.
And hearing that voice is pain on top of pain, a return to the world that he belongs to Agni and Angel and Junkard and Karma and rules in. It’s taking him out of the place where he can forget what he does and is and wants and that there are some laws he follows because he wants to, loves the feel of flesh between his teeth and asphalt and fire and
she made him want this. She made him want hatred. She made him cruel and she made him hungry and she made him so she could be happy in a world that wasn’t real.
In a certain kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess with mysterious powers. Her powers were very special, for they made good men out of manipulative freakshows and Heat out of O’Brien.
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DDS2. Heat. On the mantra.
i just know that i’m here to help everyone
There’s a word, ‘dream’, the kind where you’re in two places at once and one of you doesn’t care. Hearing her sing is like being pulled by the hair out of one and forced to give a shit about the other. It’s not gentle. It’s not soft, not until you get there. Light blinds the same way ice and wind and fire burn. Sera’s song is knowing. It’s remembering.
Heat hates remembering.
It reminds him who makes the rules. Who made him. Why she made him the way she did
to make Serph look better
what she didn’t understand and didn’t want to
and he didn’t either
why he had to exist at all, as consolation, as a fucking fairy-tale to a girl who lived in Hell and he was one of the people keeping her there but all he wanted was her happiness, her safety, her life and for all those things she had in her head to come true and her. I want her.
And hearing that voice is pain on top of pain, a return to the world that he belongs to Agni and Angel and Junkard and Karma and rules in. It’s taking him out of the place where he can forget what he does and is and wants and that there are some laws he follows because he wants to, loves the feel of flesh between his teeth and asphalt and fire and
she made him want this. She made him want hatred. She made him cruel and she made him hungry and she made him so she could be happy in a world that wasn’t real.
In a certain kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess with mysterious powers. Her powers were very special, for they made good men out of manipulative freakshows and Heat out of O’Brien.
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