[ midnight's eyes lid. he smiles in a way that reminds kaveh of the devastation after wildfire, the sitting embers still hearthflame orange nestled in the crackle of something dark, and black, and ashened. in the aftermath, life is supposed to grow. the appetite of a flame to consume torches what it touches; it consumes because it has a tremendous, overbearing instinct to live. the curl of midnight's tone reminds kaveh of that kind of starvation, the one that brings an entire ecosystem to its knees.
but stories didn't beget from nothing. stories beget from stories. the story this one beget from had so: a single stolen mouthful of blood. midnight's smile waxes; kaveh's smile wanes. like two moons on diametrically opposing sides of the same orbit, kaveh's wings shift. they retreat to the clink of metal. the angels and the demons of this world beget from the same place. above, the sky quakes, once. they say even an angel who crawls out of hell is a monster. ]
Did you not sate yourself already, Midnight? [ kaveh says, quietly, into the waiting hush. and then: ] Netzach, there isn't much time left. I'm sure you know.
[ the creak of the sky. the shudder of its bones. an earthquake by any other name, suspended in inexorable animation. ]
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but stories didn't beget from nothing. stories beget from stories. the story this one beget from had so: a single stolen mouthful of blood. midnight's smile waxes; kaveh's smile wanes. like two moons on diametrically opposing sides of the same orbit, kaveh's wings shift. they retreat to the clink of metal. the angels and the demons of this world beget from the same place. above, the sky quakes, once. they say even an angel who crawls out of hell is a monster. ]
Did you not sate yourself already, Midnight? [ kaveh says, quietly, into the waiting hush. and then: ] Netzach, there isn't much time left. I'm sure you know.
[ the creak of the sky. the shudder of its bones. an earthquake by any other name, suspended in inexorable animation. ]