Sy, Bless
He/Him
30
july 14
lilycove city, hoenn
bisexual
Himbo
Civillian
am i running out of lifelines?
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symon blessing
ULTRA DESERT: FHSL
POSTED ON Mar 18, 2023 19:04:04 GMT
[attr="class","samjer"] [attr="class","samjermain"]Have you ever lost your faith? When you live in the shadow of it for all of your youth, twenty-plus years of servitude, of values, of worship, it shatters ever the harder. His mama read the scripture to them at night, his daddy prayed before and after every meal; his grandmama shuffled with them to church on Sunday and holiday even when she was so senile she couldn’t remember her own name. When mama struck them with the willow switch she used God as her excuse. When daddy unwound the belt from around his waist as retribution for their slights he claimed God gave him the right to do so. When Maggie scolded him with her tongue of flame she spoke with the fury of the Angels. And Sy could pretend that his parting, while not on good terms, was something manageable. Not the loss of a limb or an organ but simply a change, a facet in a different light. And he could do his best to be strong-- that’s what he does, after all-- to be strong and act like the severance didn’t leave edges that cut. But now it felt like his throat had been gored. A shaky breath escaped him and he bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted blood. “N-no,” he said, as a thin stream of red dribbled down his chin, “y-you’re not real. You’re not real.” I marvel that you have turned so soon from My Ways. You should hallow thyself unto Me.Arceus’ stained glass crystalline legs reached towards him, blade sharp, and placed themselves against his throat. “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not realyou’renotrealyou’renotrealyou--,” The cold stream of water washed over him and for the faintest of fucking moments he thought he was getting baptized. His lungs burned with a choked-back scream but when he opened his eyes again, The Thing That Was Not was gone. “Ho--,” he couldn’t bring himself to say the word. “Shit. Thanks.” And he did the most Symon thing ever and pushed the damage down and fucking climbed over it. “This place is really getting to me.” He wipes the blood from his chin but does little to dislodge the water sluicing down his face. “How do we help them?” Because that had to be their priority, now. Helping Fae and Hailee and getting the fuck out of here, all of them, together. He turned to look around them. “Maybe there’s a back door?” + the hallucination breaks + starts looking for a back door into the tunnels fae and hailee are trapped in [newclass=.samjer] font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain] margin: 0 auto; width:330px;background-color:#2b2b2b;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjer b] color: #D49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer i] color: #D49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #D49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 13px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjerpoke] width:420px;background-color:#272727;height:60px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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