we live in a world someone else imagined
I think you’ve missed a few ropes.
There’s very little that can cause Ronin’s heart to clench and his throat to close quite like a message like that. His projection, still safe under the waves, is already hard at work. It doesn’t need air, and nothing will make Ronin risk leaving his husband’s body unattended on a cloud. Besides, he thinks he needs a breather anyway (ha), before he can pull his switcheroo trick again.
So the projection works frantically at disentangling the ropes from ends that have been shredded by the supernova. And the pod is already moving, energised by the healing and eager to swim up - but that only causes further trouble, in retrospect. Fuck, Ronin tells his partner, his eloquence punctuated by a quiver of nerves, like a plucked guitar string.
But the encantados are starting to surge out of the hole in the net that he’s made. Come back to me he says, trying not to sound like he’s begging.
There’s very little that can cause Ronin’s heart to clench and his throat to close quite like a message like that. His projection, still safe under the waves, is already hard at work. It doesn’t need air, and nothing will make Ronin risk leaving his husband’s body unattended on a cloud. Besides, he thinks he needs a breather anyway (ha), before he can pull his switcheroo trick again.
So the projection works frantically at disentangling the ropes from ends that have been shredded by the supernova. And the pod is already moving, energised by the healing and eager to swim up - but that only causes further trouble, in retrospect. Fuck, Ronin tells his partner, his eloquence punctuated by a quiver of nerves, like a plucked guitar string.
But the encantados are starting to surge out of the hole in the net that he’s made. Come back to me he says, trying not to sound like he’s begging.
the dark star
