He smiles like not an insult was lain upon him. Only a flattery most genuine. Sweet girl, entertaining girl. Behold her teeth flat as planes, behold, be of motherfucking holding as a prophet does the tales. He chuckles.
Up closer, in the shadows of his face, in the paint so perfect and precise it could be tattoo'd the fuck on, the trace of lines are visible. Just beginning to form after so long, finally his face has given way to the crevices and cracks. Little signs of the body finally, finally breaking the fuck down to the sweet void of rot. But even still, he is so very alive, unmistakeably. Like he swallowed the soul of each one what dared to think otherwise.
She approaches the light, and how strange it is to observe, not only a child, so long ago banned, but any face untouched by starlight of the space stretched outside inevitably, as it has been for so long until now. She is full of pride, full up with some small motherfucking bravery and foolishness at what would be seen portentous. Good of her. There were the times when he cared for the fearfeeble and there were times he did not. Her stature is small. He could crush her with his fist. What a delight.
"GOT A NAME, GIRL? Got a sign given unto you for your hatching or are the aliens to be just as motherfucking barbic as the taught, told, touched of what has already been motherfucking known?" He asks, eyes watching for any silver shine of resentment flashing. Any little piece of anything to shine.
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Up closer, in the shadows of his face, in the paint so perfect and precise it could be tattoo'd the fuck on, the trace of lines are visible. Just beginning to form after so long, finally his face has given way to the crevices and cracks. Little signs of the body finally, finally breaking the fuck down to the sweet void of rot. But even still, he is so very alive, unmistakeably. Like he swallowed the soul of each one what dared to think otherwise.
She approaches the light, and how strange it is to observe, not only a child, so long ago banned, but any face untouched by starlight of the space stretched outside inevitably, as it has been for so long until now. She is full of pride, full up with some small motherfucking bravery and foolishness at what would be seen portentous. Good of her. There were the times when he cared for the fearfeeble and there were times he did not. Her stature is small. He could crush her with his fist. What a delight.
"GOT A NAME, GIRL? Got a sign given unto you for your hatching or are the aliens to be just as motherfucking barbic as the taught, told, touched of what has already been motherfucking known?" He asks, eyes watching for any silver shine of resentment flashing. Any little piece of anything to shine.