marcato | (no subject)

(no subject)

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, SATURNSCHILD. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 001.00.653.90 * SATURNSCHILD has joined 001.00.653.90 <saturnschild> Hello. <saturnschild>** I'm listening.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Her love might not be everything, but it is most things. It's the most important thing.

Do you agree with me?

Of course I do. That doesn't mean it can fix me. I don't think anything can.

You're a brilliant engineer. An exemplary killer. You see the filth in this world that other people choose to ignore, and you do something about it.

Do you understand how incredible that is? How much better you are than the feeble-minded dregs of this peninsula? What about you needs to be fixed?

[She trusts Aunamee more than she trusts the vast majority of people, but that doesn't mean she wants him to know exactly what has her so fucked up. Not because she thinks he'd use it against her (she doesn't), but because he might look down on her. And she's spent so, so long cultivating an impression of authority around him. She's the one who reassures him in moments of vulnerability, not the other way around.]

When I was a little girl, my father would lock me under the stairs. I wad terrified of the dark, and he would leave me in there, alone. For hours.

Edited 2019-12-03 23:29 (UTC)

[In his home world, Aunamee had only one friend. His name was Daniel, ironically enough, although he wasn't very similar to the Daniel he knows in this place -- he was very quiet, very serious, and whenever he smiled, it was a fleeting, pathetic little thing that was gone again in an instant. Daniel's parents had kept him in a dark closet whenever he misbehaved, and while Aunamee knew he didn't deserve it, the years of abuse molded him into someone he had an easier time understanding.

For Aunamee, normal people are confusing. Broken people make sense.]

What became of him?

[Her biological father, a lifelong alcoholic, had died of cirrhosis while Amanda served time in prison for a crime she didn't commit.]

Doesn't matter. Point is, I replaced him. Twice.

[Once with John, whom Aunamee met in the form of a very convincing imitation, and once with the Fog God, the 'mother' whom Aunamee also fervently serves. So Amanda doesn't need to mention either replacement by name.]

Edited 2019-12-04 22:38 (UTC)

[He thinks about his old god, how it discarded him when he was no longer useful. If his dream was to be believed, it had lured him to his demise, twisting his thoughts until they told him the wrong things.

He thinks about the Fog God's reassuring words in his ear.]

No. You corrected the mistake.

Edited 2019-12-04 23:12 (UTC)

[He's not fucking getting it, or so it seems to her; he doesn't understand that she's essentially a needy, pathetic child without a real self to speak of. Someone who'll redefine herself as needed to conform to what her new parent wants of her, because she's a hollow shell who'll collapse under the weight of her own instability without their explicit approval.

Yet despite the reasons for her clinging, the fact remains that all her adoration for her parental figures is entirely real. That her capacity for genuine love in and of itself signifies her full personhood is an epiphany she may never have.]

I'm nothing. Inside. There's nothing there but emptiness, so I fill it with them.

I'm empty too, Amanda.

[It's a different kind of emptiness, but emptiness nonetheless. One almost entirely emotionless, and the other overly emotional to a genuinely unhealthy degree. ]

Perhaps that's why I'm so fond of you.

[She'd be more touched if she weren't such a fucking wreck...but hearing that he's fond of her does make her feel at least marginally less like shit.]

So where does that leave us?

Where we've always been.

We serve the Fog. We punish the people who deserve it. We endure.

I should have let myself die in that fucking whale, Aunamee.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(no subject)

<saturnschild>

<gameover>

<saturnschild>

<gameover>

cw: child abuse

<gameover> cw: alcoholism

<saturnschild>

<gameover>

<saturnschild>

<gameover>

<saturnschild>

<gameover> SORRY THIS IS SO BEYOND LATE