@smaller-comfort reminded me what day it is, so have a WIP WEDNESDAY! Two wips this time, as I'm writing both TSATS and my new arranged marriage AU for Obyron/Zahndrekh. Both below the cut!
The Silence and the Storm, in which everyone's backstory is terrible
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And Like Water Upon a Garden, in which Obyron's stay at the palace is off to an amazing start.
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In the morning, they are going to travel backwards, ten thousand years (give or take a century), and… just see what happens. Just see what exactly it is that they are going to find.
In the meanwhile, they make camp in Wild’s era, the soft golden hues of sunset cutting across the ground, eating up the shade of the trees they were under. Shadow hisses and dives into Green’s shadow. The boy shivers like he’s gotten a sudden chill, but otherwise doesn’t react, going about his business of spreading out his bedroll.
No one’s really saying much. It’s like they’re all waiting for something. At least Sky feels like he’s waiting for something.
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Um just a lil poem/story thing I came up with, for the peeps who are healing themselves and their inner child
♡-the two hearts-♡
Standing in the void are two hearts.
One shiney and new, clean and whole.
One shattered and stitched, taped and weathered.
The unbroken one spoke to the broken in a hush soft voice
"What happened to you"
"Everything.. "
"Everything? What must you mean of by that? "
"What I said, everything happened.. Do you think a heart stays together forever? "
"Why yes.. Yes I do"
"Well your naive.. And foolish. " the broken snapped a voice so filled with venom it was much like a viper.
The unbroken let's out a noise of sadness.
"But if a heart never stays together for ever then what is the point to start with a unbroken one? "
"To learn. To become new. To view the past mistakes and learn from them that's the reasonings behind starting with a unbroken heart. " the broken spat angrily.
"But why must we make mistakes? Why must we end up hurt!? " the unbroken wailed
"Because a world with no mistakes is a world of no consequences. To have no mistakes made will end with endless repeating cycles. A world with no mistakes is not a world of humans but of nonexistent ideas. " the broken whispers.
The unbroken gently grabs the hand of the broken and looks up at them "is this why you are so broken? Because you keep making mistakes? "
"Yes.. Sadly. The most stupidest of mistakes are the easiest to make. Trust is a silly thing to give, love is a risk, loyalty is a game to most. " the broken states.
"Is this why your so unhappy? " the unbroken whispers sadly.
"Maybe, I'm unhappy about a lot of things. " it whispers back.
Soon the void snaps to reality and soon a image of the narrator appears in the reflection of the mirror.
They sigh deeply.
"Is it fun..? " a young voice asked
The narrator glanced into the mirror seeing a image of their young self barely the age of 8.
"Ya know.. Being a adult now? " the child asked
The narrator sighs.
"No it's not fun.. Not like we thought. Something we should of taken advantage of was being a kid mini me. " the narrator whispers
The child frowns slightly "we didn't become a pop star did we? " they ask
The narrator laughs softly "sadly no.. But we are creative. Don't stop being yourself is what I'll tell you, if theres one thing I wish I would of done was not let other people step all over me. " the narrator whispers to their younger self.
The child smiles brightly and hugs the narrator tightly merging the unbroken heart with the broken and damaged one of the narrator.
The narrator smiles softly at this feeling proud of the distance they have overcame, what they have pushed through.
They hoped the little them felt a little better now knowing their older self fully accepted then and loved them dearly Regardless if no one else did or wouldn't.
The story of two hearts now becomes one, the unbroken one healing a small crack in the brokens.
While not completely fixed there was still more to work on and the narrator knew that.
The broken and unbroken now is becoming the repaired
♡-the end-♡
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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
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