[ caelus stands in front of the cabinet of curiosities. he doesn't seem to be eying anything in particular, but rather taking account of what remains. the hand on his bat curls tight.
he looks up when he hears someone else, offers a smile and makes his tense hands relax. caelus doesn't want to scare mathis off. ]
Hey.
[ they're flung into darkness and then the bright of a world enshrouded in snow, far far away.
it might be a trip, following along as caelus races and climbs and leaps upon that ancient machine. time and again, he's about to lose his grip or fail to make a landing, but one of his companions has his back. so, he can't fail them.
he doesn't know why he's able to follow his own will and not the voice of the stellaron inside him. it's not fair that cocolia couldn't ward off its false promises, that she now battles on behalf of the end of her world.
she kills him. tries to. awakens, instead, a sense of preservation. caelus' end has been foretold. this isn't it.
this concludes in a daughter losing her mother, a feeling caelus will never quite understand. it hurts, anyway. bronya doesn't deserve to suffer.
not long after, it's over. they stand by a curio cabinet. hopefully, mathis isn't scared. ]
[he isn't scared; he's a little breathless, though, with the scale of it all. the huge machine, the stakes of it, that awakening to something; it's grander than anything he's personally known, and it's both impressive and intimidating.
caelus always seems so casual. mathis never would have guessed he had to deal with things like this. especially when the final result is...]
...there wasn't any other way for it to end... was there?
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he looks up when he hears someone else, offers a smile and makes his tense hands relax. caelus doesn't want to scare mathis off. ]
Hey.
[ they're flung into darkness and then the bright of a world enshrouded in snow, far far away.
cocolia has fallen to a stellaron.
it might be a trip, following along as caelus races and climbs and leaps upon that ancient machine. time and again, he's about to lose his grip or fail to make a landing, but one of his companions has his back. so, he can't fail them.
he doesn't know why he's able to follow his own will and not the voice of the stellaron inside him. it's not fair that cocolia couldn't ward off its false promises, that she now battles on behalf of the end of her world.
she kills him. tries to. awakens, instead, a sense of preservation. caelus' end has been foretold. this isn't it.
this concludes in a daughter losing her mother, a feeling caelus will never quite understand. it hurts, anyway. bronya doesn't deserve to suffer.
not long after, it's over. they stand by a curio cabinet. hopefully, mathis isn't scared. ]
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[he isn't scared; he's a little breathless, though, with the scale of it all. the huge machine, the stakes of it, that awakening to something; it's grander than anything he's personally known, and it's both impressive and intimidating.
caelus always seems so casual. mathis never would have guessed he had to deal with things like this. especially when the final result is...]
...there wasn't any other way for it to end... was there?