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[An offering of wings]
Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying.
The inhabitants of the sun look at us
With indifference
We shall stay on this Earth forever
And there we will rot, my unattainable love
Never will our mortal bodies become light
“Les Habitants Du Soleil” by Helium Vola.
yaaaaaaaaas Helium Vola 8’D <3 This is gorgeous
Paul Van Hoeydonck (Belgian, b. 1925), Black Planet, 1961. Synthetic lacquer paint on hardboard, 122 x 122 cm.
uh well i started working on some of my asks but tHEN WROTE THIS OTHER THING SPONTANEOUSLY for Eckhart (1st person) and Regis (2nd person), i guess, who are in a completely different story. maybe it’s a modern AU. maybe it’s not. definitely not on good terms tho so post Disastrous Falling-Out™. anyway i actually like it best a mutable stand-alone so,,,,posting it here! cw for suicide threats as a very convoluted attempt at intimacy. thank you Regis, for…that
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You lean out over the railing of the bridge, smile over your shoulder and say it again.
I don’t know whether you have said it aloud. You hardly need words for it anymore—I can catch it in a gesture, in a cackle, in a threat. So many times you’ve said it, and always to me. Always with “or.” Always “unless.”
Yes. I think I’ll do it.
Now the wind takes your hair and you look almost coy. I know the bridge can’t be the threat—it’s not your style—so I step in quick, catch the instrument as you produce it, twist it from your hand… and now you’re giggling. I look closer.
