Clockworks [March 7th] [Kujaku] [RG Veda]
Title :: Clockworks
Prompt :: March 7th, “I’ll undo what heredity’s done to you” [31_days]
Characters :: Kujaku, mentions of Ashura.
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Allusions to spoilers.
Wordcount :: 155
Summary :: He does not fear the movements of the stars; instead fears only for them to stop, immutable and immovable and far beyond the reach of his hands.
There is a relief to it, to watch, to see, to expand your consciousness outward rather than in. (To focus, even if only for a moment, on something that is not only what lays behind your eyes.)
He does not fear the movements of the stars; instead fears only for them to stop, immutable and immovable and far beyond the reach of his hands. (It is better, too, to only reach out; to keep your hands busy so you do not feel the way the blood beats beneath the skin, the way every ticking pulse resounds like the countdown to a nova, to a black hole.)
He wonders if even his blood can somehow grease these cogs, if he can help change fate even if cannot be changed himself.
(He is a bystander at heart, and he does not ask for more than the chance to see the hope shining in that one boy’s eyes.)
Prompt :: March 7th, “I’ll undo what heredity’s done to you” [31_days]
Characters :: Kujaku, mentions of Ashura.
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Allusions to spoilers.
Wordcount :: 155
Summary :: He does not fear the movements of the stars; instead fears only for them to stop, immutable and immovable and far beyond the reach of his hands.
There is a relief to it, to watch, to see, to expand your consciousness outward rather than in. (To focus, even if only for a moment, on something that is not only what lays behind your eyes.)
He does not fear the movements of the stars; instead fears only for them to stop, immutable and immovable and far beyond the reach of his hands. (It is better, too, to only reach out; to keep your hands busy so you do not feel the way the blood beats beneath the skin, the way every ticking pulse resounds like the countdown to a nova, to a black hole.)
He wonders if even his blood can somehow grease these cogs, if he can help change fate even if cannot be changed himself.
(He is a bystander at heart, and he does not ask for more than the chance to see the hope shining in that one boy’s eyes.)