You point to your blood work and say
Everything looks great
Just be patient, you smile
Content that you've given sage advice
I want nothing more than to hurt you
To make you suffer my pain
My anguish as it steals away
This life built on struggle and loss
Ten thousand lies, you tell
One for each dollar spent
One for each minute lost
Paying for the privilege each time
I do not want to hurt you
I want to be free of this,
This unveiled threat to happiness
Free to become something else.
Whatever you are
Injury Sickness Curse
This is not the world I was born into
That world of ice rimed puddles
Of brightly colored kites, soaring
And endless possibility
This world has stripped its gears
Screaming as it dies, discordant, broken
Why am I here, I wonder
I want to go home
Thrice I’ve come through your doors Quiet, soft-spoken hellos The resonance of this place, calming Me, afraid to ask you why
An infinity of choices Both particle and sine Scoff at wondering voices Who see in this divine
I've tried to express this a few times; it's surprisingly hard for someone who enjoys writing. We'll get back to the other stuff after I'm done.
Hunger. Such hunger.
The ghaik glided along a darkened corridor of the vessel, silently, seeking the stateroom of its companion. The most subtle of sendings had sent her into a deep sleep... fleeting dreams of victory over her oppressive queen, memories of her companions... seasoning her mind with the flavors most appealing to the ghaik.
Love. Companionship. Conquest. Freedom. Emotions one could savor for hours.
This takes place in one of the many permutations of Faerun, a short time before the Baldur’s Gate 3 epilogue party. Filia was my first companion through the game… my eldritch warlock friend whose sacrifice broke me. This scene, canon to our own version of Faerun, was written soon after we said goodbye.
I’ve been reluctant to share these stories… I care about them enough to want others to care about them too. I guess we’ll see.
Spoilers ahead.