It was Oscar's first thought when he looked into the man's eyes, with irises that gleamed like suns on a black sea. Suddenly struck with an uncertainty that froze in his gut and made him feel like he was standing on sand, he couldn't resist the call of those horrid moments in the belly of the whale. He swallowed nervously, and tried to push away the memory of her silken gaze-- soft as blood and vile as the black ichor that subsumed everything that she was.
--it was panic, born of his own torture and the pain of thousands of years that burned in the pit of his chest. Oscar recognized it, and impulsively wanted to flee.
But--
Paul had invited him, and there was no obvious danger... At least to Oscar personally. The man seemed mild enough of a host, and likely had earned everyone's high regard.
...Like Ironwood had earned their trust by instating everyone's licenses, and offering them both shelter and cake.
He shouldn't have trusted lied to James. Perhaps, he wouldn't be haunted by this fear of being endlessly hurt.
He could never forget that look in her eyes. The despair that was older that his civilization and the promise the she would destroy him for eternity.
Oscar's nervousness was obvious in the way he stalled, staring down at the sparkling cupcakes with eyes that were clearly looking at something else. It was only the sound of the man's voice that brought him back to the moment with a start.
"Oh. Um, sure!"
He chirped, with nervous cheer. This would be okay, this would be totally okay--
She was gone from the Dream, but she would always claw her way back to the remnants of what she had tried to destroy.
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It was Oscar's first thought when he looked into the man's eyes, with irises that gleamed like suns on a black sea. Suddenly struck with an uncertainty that froze in his gut and made him feel like he was standing on sand, he couldn't resist the call of those horrid moments in the belly of the whale. He swallowed nervously, and tried to push away the memory of her silken gaze-- soft as blood and vile as the black ichor that subsumed everything that she was.
--it was panic, born of his own torture and the pain of thousands of years that burned in the pit of his chest. Oscar recognized it, and impulsively wanted to flee.
But--
Paul had invited him, and there was no obvious danger... At least to Oscar personally. The man seemed mild enough of a host, and likely had earned everyone's high regard.
...Like Ironwood had earned their trust by instating everyone's licenses, and offering them both shelter and cake.
He shouldn't have
trustedlied to James. Perhaps, he wouldn't be haunted by this fear of beingendlesslyhurt.He could never forget that look in her eyes. The despair that was older that his civilization and the promise the she would destroy him for eternity.Oscar's nervousness was obvious in the way he stalled, staring down at the sparkling cupcakes with eyes that were clearly looking at something else. It was only the sound of the man's voice that brought him back to the moment with a start.
"Oh. Um, sure!"
He chirped, with nervous cheer. This would be okay, this would be totally okay--
She was gone from the Dream, but she would always claw her way back to the remnants of what she had tried to destroy.