Oh, honey you fly,

Yes, you fly,

Up to an open sprawling sky,

You soar, you spin and ya' never give in

To the dark gravity locking you up inside

Oh, love, you fly,

Yes, you fly~

I wonder if you'll remember me fine

Or if you've found

Something else, something be~tter

Far

beyond

my

world

And oh,

I wish I could fly

To join you in the morning-li~ght-sky

If only

for that

burning moment--

When you fell.

Down

Down

Down~

Crashing, flaming,

after touching

Every-

thing

in the sky

Unlike you the sun 

and the moon 

and the stars

Don't lie~

Do you regret it?

I~ wonder

Eyes glued the the sta~rry sky

Tonight~

Tonight.

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I wrote this as a song after reading Lumi's "you have married an icarus/he has close to the sun" poem which was inspired by a song in Hamilton. I always loved that song, but this really pushed me to write about it. :')

1 - Crystal:

A small figure in white is slumped on the ground. They stir slightly, the smooth surface below them cool to the touch. A little bit too cool.

They gingerly sit up, rubbing their sore neck and look around peering into the darkness around them. It's dark, but there is a faint purple glow up ahead. As the figure stands up, the flowy white fabric around them tickles their legs and the faint sound of dripping resonates through the chamber.

They continue on around a corner and what they see steals their breath away. A mere two cubits away the path plunges into emptyness, dropping into a steep chasm. The only reason they are able to catch themselves before it's too late is because hovering midair above the abyss, a huge glowing crystal gleams, emanating a curious purpleness. There are also many smaller crystals, all with similar jagged edges, all looking like they've been sheered off of a larger specimen, glowing the same eerie shade.

Suddenly, a faint sound snaps the child out of their trance. Is it a voice? The tone is soft, like the tinkling of a finger-bell, and alluring in a pastel lime-green way.

"Child," the echoey voice seems to sing from the crystal itself, "We need your help. You are our only hope." Something stirs deep within the figure. Something familiar and adventure-seeking.

A new adventure has begun.

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Um... Yeah, so I think Inktober might not be possible for me this year (I simply can't fit in enough time to draw that much) but I can write a little! So, yup, with the same themes, I'm going to do a writing version of Inktober. Hopefully I can catch up, since it's already pretty close to the muffle of the month!

Today was going to be a dreary day. Oshida-san could feel it in his bones even before he got up and looked outside. When he did get up and open the window, he was greeted with the fresh scent of it's-going-to-rain-soon air.

He sighed and tousled his hair back. He'd forgotten to dry his hair yesterday after getting home late and taking a quick shower, and had a sore throat now. Served him right. With another sigh, he flicked his phone on and checked the time. He had a couple minutes to get ready and still be early with. His dark eyes flitted to the candy-bag on the counter. After a quick morning routine, he grabbed a lolipop, mask and umbrella on his way out.

Hurrying down the pavement beside a busy street, Oshida-san could finally afford to breath again. It'd be okay. He'd be on time. And no, that wouldn't prevent him from having to work overtime again, but that's just what being an adult meant.

He paused in front of a high-rise apartment building. This was the place, right? As if to reassure him before he could begin to worry, a young girl with dark pigtails who around 4 or 5 appeared in the glass entrance. She beamed at the sight of him and came running after a quick word to the receptionist. The little girl latched onto Oshida-san's leg, revealing her tiny backpack as she laughed. 

"Daddy!" 

"Are you ready for your first day of school?" 

"Yeah!" The youngster chirped, prompting the man to grin.

"Are you sure?" The little girl tilted her head, curious.

"I think so?" She seemed much less certain now. Oshida-san chuckled.

"I think you're forgetting something...?" 

"At mom's?" 

"Nope." 

The girl's eyes lit up in with realization, and she reached up as if asking to be picked up. Her father obliged, and was met with a prompt kiss on the cheek.

"You remembered!" She scrutched her nose when Oshida-san ruffled her hair. "And here's a lucky lolipop for being so smart."

"Okay, thank you!" 

"Of course." 

As soon as he let her down, the little girl popped the sweet into her mouth and reached for her father's hand. They walked at a leisurely pace towards the school building, several streets away, not a thought-in-passing about work or sore throats or divorces. It never did rain that morning.

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This was my original draft for "Suit." It basically has nothing to do with suits though 'cause it sort of got side-lined after I came up with this fluffy scenario. I think I'll come up with a completely new take later today or tomorrow though, since SUDDEN EXPLOSION OF INSPIRATION! (Please don't jinx it?)

The newspaper was spread on the stained kitchen table. Malia’s brother didn’t even glance at it, but rushed off to school, late as usual. Malia privately scoffed at his naivety. She knew the power of words, and that was why she took care to examine the news every day. 

She devoured the newspaper first, reading all the advertisements and all the captions and all the weather reports. She sat, enraptured, in front of the television, as the news anchor droned on about terrifying escapades in Afghanistan, somehow managing to turn a fearsome tale into the dull murmur of a ceiling fan. She pressed her ear up close to her ancient radio, but the words that poured out of it were nothing more than a filler for white space. Every day, Malia searched for an answer to the question she could not formulate, and every day, she found nothing.

This would probably be the start of a novel, or something, though I'm not entirely sure where I would take it. 

please post more of Boundary!

There is magic in the world, of course. I’m not talking about faeries and goblins and those devilish folk, though they are certainly out there, lurking in the shadows. This magic is something altogether different, like the peace of a trickling stream hidden deep in the woods versus the power of a raging waterfall. Both alluring, yet one hides danger and the other love.  Alas, every day I see those who abhor the trickling magic of gentle change. They resist the beauty that resides before their eyes; the wonder of a tiny, wailing baby becoming a young woman, confident and strong; how every insignificant piece in a puzzle fits together to form a larger, wholesome picture. They cannot see that one page in a book does not give it weight, nor size, but hundreds of pages, working together, make a book a satisfyingly heavy and thick trove of knowledge. They are blind, in a sense, because they choose what to see and what to ignore. They will never grasp what pure joy lives in this world, just waiting around the next bend. They do not understand us, my child, for we are resilient in the face of adversity, for sure- but we are also dreamers. Lovers. Wish-upon-a-star-ers. We choose to wander down a mysterious path in the middle of the night, aware that we may come across something that will change our lives forever, for better or worse. We choose to believe in the magic of the world, and that is what makes us truly human.

eh just a late night rant. 

Random extra scene I wrote for character development :\ But warning, I'll probably post the story with these characters when it's done, so it has a few spoilers. Anyway, enjoy!

“Ok, so we need… juice.” Jessica says, looking at the shopping list.

Caspian’s eyes lit up. “What kind of juice?” he asks, a sly smile growing on his face.

Jessica kept her face stone cold. “Orange juice.”

“Nah,” Caspian says, smiling widely now. He turns to Lane. “How ‘bout we get something… adventurous.”

They smile. “Açai or Sugarcane?”

“Both.”

Two new and colorful containers were added to the cart. Caspian offered his hand for a high-five, and Lane happily obliged.

Isabel dumps several items inside as well -- cereals and almond milk and vegetarian meats and more. They say, “Is that it, then?”

“Mmm, no.” Jessica says, her face turning into a focused frown. “One last thing.”

“What is it? You look like it’s a bomb.” Lane says, resting their hands on their hips.

Jessica looks at them. “It might as well be a bomb. We need…” She scowls and points, “Durian.”

Isabel recoils. They’d never had it but had heard… messed up things about it.

Lane and Caspian, on the other hand, being the adventurous and crazy people they are, whoop and run to get one.

When they return with the spiky fruit, Jessica says to her partner, “I will not kiss you for a month if you eat that.”

Lane groans. “But it’s durian! Delicious!”

“And also the stinkiest fruit ever.”

Lane starts to say something else, but apparently Jessica isn’t done talking. Lane covers their ears. That's when they notice Jessie is lecturing them telepathically. They frown and flood their arms miserably.

Isabel laughs weakly, but keeps her eyes on the fruit like it might attack her. Stranger things had happened.

“C’mon, Jessie,” Caspian taunts as he puts it in the shopping cart. “You know what they say; don’t knock it till you try it.”

“... Who says that anymore?” She says. Lane relaxes, since Jessica’s concentration was interrupted, and therefore also the lecture. They tense when she looks back at them. Not surprisingly, she was still going strong.

Caspian leans on the cart nervously. “Uh, ‘they’ do… obviously.”

“I DON’T,” Lane says, regaining just enough of their composure to realize what he was saying.

They try to slap him, but Caspian disappears, causing Lane to fall to the ground. He reappears behind Isabel. “How ‘bout you try that again, Wildcat?”

Lane starts growing fangs and claws, but before they are fully transformed, a vine grabs them and wraps them up like a cartoon villain.

“Ok,” Isabel says, pointing at Lane. “You need to stop using your…” - she whispers - “powers.” She points to Caspian, and in a normal tone, says, “That goes for you too, wise guy.”

Lane’s claws and fangs retreat. “Alright, fine. But only because I didn’t want to do it anyway.” She growls at Caspian. He holds his hand up in surrender.

Jessica says to Isabel, “Did you just… use a bean stalk to restrain them?”

“I use what I have.” They respond, willing the plant around Lane to retreat back into the now-broken bag of beans.

“Oh.” Jessica’s face fell. “I was gonna make empanadas with those.”

“They’ll be fine.”

(It gets kind of badly written at the end, sorry XD)