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a shade of ginger juice ([personal profile] lustro) wrote in [community profile] lunaecalamitas 2024-06-01 01:47 am (UTC)

[ Ginger wishes he didn’t get so caught up in himself and his tiny anxious world because, until now, it never occurred to him that the people here would… leave.

Or at least… not… in a way that seemed real. Not in a way that was as tangible as loss.

Logically, the idea was there; they’re not from this world, so some or all of them will go home one day. But Ginger is used to a slow-changing home, so slow it feels locked in stasis. He’s known the same people his entire life. He would have known the same people his entire life.

But Solomon reminds him, horribly, that these relationships are temporary. This is why Day had been worried, and Ginger just hadn’t understood, so self-assured of his own permanence. It’s terrible. He hates this.

He doesn’t -

He doesn’t know how to say goodbye. ]


Fine.

[ … is what comes out of his mouth, short and strained. His lips press into a line to stop whatever else might come out of his short-tempered mouth, upset at himself. Irrationally upset at Solomon for reminding him that his feelings will eventually settle like dust, neglected - forgotten. ]

Do we keep playing?

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