btwn us and the weeds we make one entire incineroar

[crittersheep]

WHO: ROSE
WHERE: ROSE
WHEN: POST-WRESTLING / ARSON MATCH

shiny new barn post ☆

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[finalbows]

[ it stays, perfectly still, just where it's been caught. The surface does have a bit of rippling, but that's what was already there resolving away. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[she just holds it there, giving it her full attention. She doesn't move at all, doesn't do anything else to it besides hold it.]

[internally, she's cycling through a whole spectrum of emotions: caution, suspicion, surprise, relief, disbelief, cautious triumph, optimism, pessimism, desire, self-reproach, heartbreak, resignation, want, grief, detachment, wonder, awe, sadness, hope.]

[finalbows]

What say you, scholar of bones?
Interesting, for a lost art?

What you were so reluctant to take the time to hone,
Appears to be a matching part.

1/2

[wants_the_phd]

[nooooo stop this is making her want to cry.]

[she swallows, and takes a deep breath. She holds the sphere out over the water and releases her control of it, letting it pour through her fingers and disappear into the pool.]

[wants_the_phd]

[...She smiles at him.]

If you’ll teach, of course I want to learn.
In this world, there is no greater joy
than knowledge, plain and simple. Though I yearn
to go home, be triumphant, and destroy
the notion I am nothing, prove I’m more.
These numbered days of mine have made it clear:
I am worthless, truly, at my core.
What time remains will find its end right here.

So why fuss? Why worry ‘bout the goal?
I may as well enjoy life while I live.
I’ll learn, and grow, and so enrich my soul
And consume everything you deign to give.
You see me as a plaything, and it’s true,
but should you choose to arm me, that’s on you.

But if we truly see things eye to eye,
Then let’s wring happiness from life before we die.