Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2017 22:15:29 GMT -6
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They forgot him and he forgot them. He remembers this. Even if he can't remember who they were. Or who he was. Or what he had done to deserve it. He remembers that they left him.
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They left him, forgot about him or didn't care or wanted him gone or all of it, they left him and the trees went on forever, the emptiness in his stomach became a numbness and his legs wouldn't move and the leaves fell in autumn, buried his bones and name and identity in layers of mildew. They left him, a bitterness, an unrest that echoed in the hollow of that between thinking and decaying. They forgot him in the woods.
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When he thought again (like waking up from a dreamless sleep), roots had twisted over his skeleton and become a new body that didn't feel quite right. He sat up under a gnarled tree he half-remembered and stared at his wrist, clenching and unclenching his fingers, looking for a tent of tendons that wasn't there. The musk of the leaves that still blanketed his lap and the stagnancy of the forest was so crisp to his senses, more than it had ever been before. But then there hadn't been a before, had there? He remembered thinking this with a degree of clarity in comparison to those first memories (impressions) but that wasn't saying much, and he didn't know how long it had taken him to come to terms with his new existence. He wonders if the people he has been - the three of them, the child who died and the child who woke up and the lonely child he was until now - if they were really the same person, considering the sheer breadth of time that passed between them.
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He is considerably old for a kid.[break][break]
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All folk like him are parts playful and timid, but he's been told he's a bit too much of the former and not much of the latter at all. "You take the joke too far," they told him, at first, "it's okay. Just don't do it again next time."[break][break]
He did it again the next time, of course, and then kept doing several nondescript its until the other skull kids told him he needed to stay out of the game of the day or go sit somewhere else or for the love of the Goddess, stop taking our things. Sometimes they just left without telling him, and sometimes he left without telling them and explored. It was better than sitting around feeling bad about himself. [break][break]
He got a mask out of it, once - one with a white face and curled horns. He loves masks. He almost got a friend out of it, too, but that face escapes him and he doesn't think he asked for the boy's name. He was fleeting but he was nice. They played even played music together.[break][break]
He fell down a really big hole, once.
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THE SKULLKID
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HE/HIM (OR IT)
UNDEAD CHILD POSSESSED BY EVIL MAGIC
OF INDETERMINATE AGE
WHO THINKS ROMANCE IS ICKY
LEGEND OF ZELDA: MAJORA'S MASK
They forgot him and he forgot them. He remembers this. Even if he can't remember who they were. Or who he was. Or what he had done to deserve it. He remembers that they left him.
[break][break]
They left him, forgot about him or didn't care or wanted him gone or all of it, they left him and the trees went on forever, the emptiness in his stomach became a numbness and his legs wouldn't move and the leaves fell in autumn, buried his bones and name and identity in layers of mildew. They left him, a bitterness, an unrest that echoed in the hollow of that between thinking and decaying. They forgot him in the woods.
[break][break]
When he thought again (like waking up from a dreamless sleep), roots had twisted over his skeleton and become a new body that didn't feel quite right. He sat up under a gnarled tree he half-remembered and stared at his wrist, clenching and unclenching his fingers, looking for a tent of tendons that wasn't there. The musk of the leaves that still blanketed his lap and the stagnancy of the forest was so crisp to his senses, more than it had ever been before. But then there hadn't been a before, had there? He remembered thinking this with a degree of clarity in comparison to those first memories (impressions) but that wasn't saying much, and he didn't know how long it had taken him to come to terms with his new existence. He wonders if the people he has been - the three of them, the child who died and the child who woke up and the lonely child he was until now - if they were really the same person, considering the sheer breadth of time that passed between them.
[break][break]
He is considerably old for a kid.[break][break]
--- [break][break]
All folk like him are parts playful and timid, but he's been told he's a bit too much of the former and not much of the latter at all. "You take the joke too far," they told him, at first, "it's okay. Just don't do it again next time."[break][break]
He did it again the next time, of course, and then kept doing several nondescript its until the other skull kids told him he needed to stay out of the game of the day or go sit somewhere else or for the love of the Goddess, stop taking our things. Sometimes they just left without telling him, and sometimes he left without telling them and explored. It was better than sitting around feeling bad about himself. [break][break]
He got a mask out of it, once - one with a white face and curled horns. He loves masks. He almost got a friend out of it, too, but that face escapes him and he doesn't think he asked for the boy's name. He was fleeting but he was nice. They played even played music together.[break][break]
He fell down a really big hole, once.
LAMPS
SHE/HER
NINETEEN
6 YEARS
EST
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