[ it always comes down to that, doesn't it? fate. fate touched, she'd called him, even then.
grief is a circular staircase. sometimes it feels like vax is climbing it, like he's made it to the top - like he understands all of the bigger meanings of his life and all of its losses - but sometimes, he's just down at the bottom again, scrabbling frantically for purchase as the mire of his own thoughts threaten to suck him back in. without vex'ahlia here (and now, percy, something of a tether to the reality and the life he left behind, a promise made to protect that he failed) it feels like he's adrift.
shale's voice is so calm. he listens, to everything they're saying, and takes another deep breath, exhaling loudly as he turns back to look at them. every word resonates. ]
... Thought I knew what that plan was.
[ there's a crack to those words, a low, quiet vulnerability.
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grief is a circular staircase. sometimes it feels like vax is climbing it, like he's made it to the top - like he understands all of the bigger meanings of his life and all of its losses - but sometimes, he's just down at the bottom again, scrabbling frantically for purchase as the mire of his own thoughts threaten to suck him back in. without vex'ahlia here (and now, percy, something of a tether to the reality and the life he left behind, a promise made to protect that he failed) it feels like he's adrift.
shale's voice is so calm. he listens, to everything they're saying, and takes another deep breath, exhaling loudly as he turns back to look at them. every word resonates. ]
... Thought I knew what that plan was.
[ there's a crack to those words, a low, quiet vulnerability.
after all of that, vax just feels lost. again. ]