To Survive What Wrought You

Jolly's Blog · 1 day ago · discuss

I've wanted to write this story for a bit, but today was particularly bad, and I felt like I needed to write this. It might be messy, it might not be subtle, but I don't care. “Hey Sibling…” They slump in the pilot seat — a seat almost only used in formality, as Eumidean auto-nav left manual flight only those with autos for thrillseeking and those who frequented messy atmospheres— hazy limbs folded atop their lap. Jam knew why xyr friend was there. Xy hung quietly in the air just beside xyr companion’s torso the faint whine of xyr afterburner...