Dillon Cole || Scorpion Shard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orderfromchaos) wrote2014-07-17 12:58 pm
orderfromchaos) wrote2014-07-17 12:58 pm
Entry tags:
- he was the worst boyfriend,
- he's probably a tripping hazard,
- interstitial dimensions for dummies,
- my actual disney princess inmate,
- others called us gods,
- productive member of society,
- shards would be the worst x-men,
- tearing the fabric of the universe 101,
- the prayers of pigeons,
- there's always a pattern
10. messages + open spam
[Private to Elsa]
How do you feel about working on your powers wth Rogue?
[Spam for Helena]
[He talks to Cosima first, waits a day or two before turning up. It's unfair, maybe, using his presence - but his mirror self did it, and he wants the chance for his words to have at least as much weight now.]
Hey. Bucky said it was okay with him for me to visit. Is it okay with you?
[Open spam]
[Sometimes, Dillon just lies on his back on the deck, staring up for a few hours at a time, trying to understand the things his powers are trying to tell him about the stars, about whatever strange ether they're passing. If he understood it, really got what it was and how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be able to get to the place between, with the red sands and strange ruins and Deanna's body. If he could just - reach.]
How do you feel about working on your powers wth Rogue?
[Spam for Helena]
[He talks to Cosima first, waits a day or two before turning up. It's unfair, maybe, using his presence - but his mirror self did it, and he wants the chance for his words to have at least as much weight now.]
Hey. Bucky said it was okay with him for me to visit. Is it okay with you?
[Open spam]
[Sometimes, Dillon just lies on his back on the deck, staring up for a few hours at a time, trying to understand the things his powers are trying to tell him about the stars, about whatever strange ether they're passing. If he understood it, really got what it was and how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be able to get to the place between, with the red sands and strange ruins and Deanna's body. If he could just - reach.]
[deck spam]
[There's something - aching and contented at once. Part of him is still a star, part of him feels their pulsing magnetic glissandos as familiar, like a newborn who knows no languages but recognizes the cadence of its mother's tongue. Stars recycle themselves more directly than carbon-based lifeforms, dust and fuel, fire and soul. They watch it happen, birth themselves out of their coagulated dead. They know. He wonders if Mentarsus-H knew she would take a triple-left turn onto the little blue rock next door. But he's too human, or perhaps too fragmented; he can't remember.]