#also... idk what else to say about starchild's sexuality

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Twist of Fate, Chapter 11

IT’S THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER, GUYS!! Oh my gosh it feels so weird and surreal. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter! Tagging @cosmicrealmofkissteria and @tanookiroxx. Happy reading! 

In which the night of the farewell ball finally arrives.

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The three weeks had finally almost come to an end. All the meetings were over; the future of the alliance between KISSteria and the Celestial realm was secure; all that was left now was the party celebrating the end of the diplomacy matters, then the two days the KISSterians would spend there before returning to their home realm.

Starchild took a moment to adjust the outfit he had picked out for the evening, hoping it would be a good one. But he liked how it looked. He suddenly thought of how he hoped Tomaziel would like it. Not that anyone’s opinion should have held more weight in his mind than his own, but he couldn’t help thinking that it would be nice to know Tomaziel liked it.

Upon entering the ballroom, he was met with the usual sights and sounds—music playing, people walking around and standing and talking. He knew from past parties like this that they were waiting for it to officially start. He was scanning the room for Ace or the Elder when he heard Ace from one side. “There you are!”

Ace came up with a wide grin, Amalthea following behind him with a smile of her own, and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I was wondering when you would get here! How many hours did ya spend gettin’ ready this time?”

Starchild playfully scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He grinned back. “I only took an hour and a half.”

“Prince Starchild of KISSteria getting ready in only an hour and a half? This man is possessed!” Ace started laughing.

Starchild laughed and shoved his shoulder. “Oh please.” He turned to Amalthea. “Has he ever told you about the time he had a fit because, quote, ‘I look like lady with this poodle hair’?”

Amalthea glanced at her husband with a smile. “No, I don’t believe he has,”

Ace gave a sheepish laugh. “Eheheh… We don’t have to talk about that…”

“Oh no, I believe we do,” Starchild smirked deviously. He winked at Amalthea. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“I’m being ganged up on!” Ace sobbed dramatically.

Their laughter was interrupted by the approach of the Elder, who looked amused by what she saw, and Tomaziel following behind her. “If you all are ready,” she said to them, “we ought to officially begin the festivities.”

“Oh, right, of course,” Ace nodded, and all of them moved to get into their correct positions.

Since Tomaziel was aide to the King of Jendell, he would be walking behind them all in the procession with the head Council members. The four monarchs would be all walking together to symbolize the strength of the alliance between the two realms. Before Tomaziel moved to get into his place, his eyes met Starchild’s. They shared a smile, then Tomaziel went to stand behind them.

Starchild offered his arm to the Elder and said softly, “You look beautiful, Mother.” Though to be honest he thought she always did. Tonight she wore one of her more extravagant gowns with her flowing red cape, and a silver circlet that looked like twisting vines sat in her greying hair. She looked every bit like a queen.

The Elder smiled softly. “Thank you, my son. I noticed you decided to wear purple tonight.”

Starchild glanced down at his outfit, surprised she had even noticed. It had been a while since he had worn anything that wasn’t simply black and silver. “I thought it would be something nice to wear tonight, is all,”

“It was a good decision. You look very handsome.” The Elder smirked at him slightly. “I’m sure you will have many admirers tonight.”

Both mother and son shared a laugh—though Starchild’s was a little more embarrassed—as the music changed and the procession began.

When they were all at the front of the Great Hall and standing on the raised platform that housed Ace and Amalthea’s thrones, Ace and the Elder picked up goblets of wine and stepped forward together. “Good people of the Celestial Realm, and honored guests of KISSteria,” Ace began, “tonight is one of celebration. Although we mourn the departure of dear friends, let us also celebrate the renewal of our bonds of friendship and the assurance that our alliance will continue to be prosperous for us all.”

“Tonight we honor the alliance of KISSteria and the Celestials,” the Elder continued, “as one that shall last for years to come.” She raised her goblet. “To unity.”

Everyone raised their glasses and echoed. “To unity!”

Starchild couldn’t help but smile happily as he raised his cup of wine to his lips. The last three weeks had been as the Elder had warned him; long and arduous, with meetings that were numerous and taxing, but in the end, it was all worth it.

Ace set down his goblet and gave an inviting grin to the musicians. “Now then… music!”

-JENDELL-

Starchild enjoyed parties, and he was in a very good mood the entire night, but eventually he couldn’t brush away the urge for a moment alone. So he gave a polite smile to the woman he had been talking to and turned to melt into the crowds. His eyes scanned the room, then he smiled again when he spotted what he was looking for. It was a pillar in one corner of the ballroom, with enough room for someone to slip behind it and be relatively concealed from the crowd. He had discovered it years ago on a different trip to Jendell.

He headed over, glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking, and slipped behind the pillar, leaning back and closing his eyes with a sigh. Despite how much of a social butterfly he sometimes was, it was nice to get away from crowds once in a while. There was a surprising amount of room behind the pillar, enough for him to stretch out; in fact there was enough room for two people to fit behind it and still be hidden relatively well. A memory came to mind of one night he and Ace spent kissing back here, making him smile. He wondered if Ace had done that with Amalthea at some point.

“Hiding from the crowds?”

Starchild opened his eyes and looked to find Tomaziel peering behind the pillar at him with a smile. He immediately smiled back and chuckled. “For a while. I was starting to feel a little stifled back there.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t all the noblewomen trying to get your attention?”

Starchild laughed outright. “Oh no, I was enjoying that. I am a ladies man back on Earth, after all.”

“You are?” Tomaziel looked rather surprised. “But I thought…” He glanced out at the crowd of people. “Do you mind if I join you back there?”

“Oh no, by all means,”

Tomaziel glanced over his shoulder then moved behind the pillar. “I thought…” his face turned slightly awkward. “Forgive me, but I thought you liked men.”

“I do,” Starchild answered easily. “To be honest, I thought I preferred only men. But my time on Earth has made me think that perhaps I like both. Though I am attracted to men more.” He paused, then cautiously ventured, “Does that… matter to you, or…?”

“No,” Tomaziel shook his head. “It doesn’t. I’m just… rather surprised you seem so at ease with saying it.”

“Oh, believe me, it’s taken me years to get to this point,” Starchild smiled wryly. “Literal years. But thank you. Besides…” he looked over Tomaziel’s appearance and gave him a flirty smirk. “How could I not like a man when he’s dressed like that?”

Tomaziel looked down at his robes. They were formal robes, perhaps ceremonial ones going by the crest of the royal family stitched onto the lapel, and were black with silver lightning bolts and other ornamentation. He looked back up at Starchild with a smile and a laugh. “Thank you. You look nice, too.”

“You like it?” Starchild glanced down at his black and purple outfit. “It’s funny, I haven’t worn purple in years, except for when I’m on Earth, of course. But when I’m here, I keep wearing clothes that are black and silver. I thought purple would look nice for today.”

“Well, I like it,” Tomaziel said, with a soft smile that made Starchild’s heart pick up speed. “You look lovely.”

Starchild suddenly felt his cheeks grow a little warm, and a shy-sounding laugh burst out that was more of a giggle. “Thank you.” He turned to take a gulp of wine from the glass still in his hand, set it down, then turned back. “So… only two more days before I have to leave. Have you found any other ways we can stay in contact?”

Tomaziel shook his head regretfully. “No… I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had the time to look for any.”

“That’s fine. We can write letters. I will be in KISSteria for a couple more months before going back to Earth; we still have time to figure something out.” Starchild gave him a cheeky smile. “It will be sad to not see your cute face every day.”

“I…” Tomaziel’s cheeks turned light blue and he ducked his head. Starchild’s eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion at that, and was about to open his mouth to ask what was wrong when Tomaziel gave a giggle. “I’m sorry, I just…” He looked back up at Starchild with a faint blue dusting across his cheeks. “Sometimes you say things like… like that, and I am not sure how to respond because,” he gave another nervous giggle as he shrugged, “I never thought something like this would happen. I always thought we would simply be friends and nothing more. But then… as I spent more time with you, and then when you suddenly grabbed me to kiss me in the training hall, I realized…” His fingers reached out to touch Starchild’s and he felt the Spark when they made contact. “I really do like you, Starchild. And it feels… so surreal sometimes to know you feel the same about me.”

For a moment, Starchild couldn’t speak, struck dumb by the sincerity of Tomaziel’s words and the look on his face. “I… I really do like you too, Tomaziel.” He moved his hand so that it fully grasped the other man’s. “I thought that too, that we would simply be friends. But when I spent more time with you, and over these past three weeks, I’ve realized that I… well, that I really like you too. Before this, I was content to not be in a relationship again, but…” He squeezed his hand. “I want to be with you. Really, I do. I want to explore what I feel for you. You’re so patient and understanding, and if you do not understand, you still try to. I like that about you. I like you.”

Tomaziel looked to be the one that was now speechless. He began to lean closer to him, so slowly he perhaps didn’t even realize, and he leaned in to meet him halfway.

Their lips met in a kiss, and Starchild’s heart felt like it was soaring. He cupped Tomaziel’s face with one hand and poured more passion into it, and then felt Tomaziel touch his face to do the same. He felt little sparks dance across their lips and fingertips at every touch and sighed softly into the kiss; he wanted to feel those little sparks every day of his life. It was like fireworks were going off around them.

Oh… Oh, suddenly he wanted more. Suddenly he was remembering the image that had flashed in his mind that night; that image of Tomaziel’s face as he threw back his head in a cry of pleasure. What would it be like in reality?

His mind reminded him of his promise to himself, of how he wanted to slow down and get to know Tomaziel first before they did anything like that. But suddenly all he could think of was what it would be like to make love to Tomaziel—to kiss Tomaziel again and again until they couldn’t breathe and smooth his hands across Tomaziel’s skin and Tomaziel Tomaziel Tomaziel—

And suddenly it was so easy to give into his feelings. He didn’t even realize he had done it. Instead he, reluctantly, pulled away. “I’m feeling rather fatigued,” he said quietly. “Would you be so kind as to escort me back to my rooms?”

Tomaziel laughed softly. “It would be my pleasure. You should inform the Elder.”

“Yes, I should,”

Starchild stepped away from him, again reluctantly, and turned to find the Elder. Luckily she was easy to spot, speaking with someone who looked like Jendellian nobility. He quickly headed over. “Pardon me,” he said politely. “Elder, I’m feeling rather tired. Tomaziel has agreed to escort me back to my chambers for the night, if you will allow it.”

The Elder nodded. “Of course. It is rather late anyhow. Sleep well, Starchild.”

He didn’t miss the look she sent him, but pretended not to notice it. He inclined his head, then turned to walk back to Tomaziel. Smiling, he gestured to the ballroom doors with his head. “Shall we?”

And with that, the two left the ballroom.

-JENDELL-

Honestly, Starchild wasn’t sure how he managed to make it all the way to his guest chambers without giving into the desire to kiss Tomaziel again. But their hands did join together at some point, and it made them both look at each other. The look in Tomaziel’s eyes made Starchild’s heart race faster and his stomach do flips like an acrobat. It made him start giggling childishly and pull Tomaziel along down the hallway, and smile even wider when he heard Tomaziel start giggling along with him.

When they finally made it to his guest chambers, Tomaziel grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open, grinning at him. “After you,”

Starchild giggled. “What a gentleman.” He entered, then Tomaziel followed after him and turned to close the door.

As soon as he turned back around, Starchild was kissing him again, his fingers gripping his clothing. Tomaziel’s hands reached up to grab onto Starchild’s shirt, blown almost completely away by the intensity of the kiss. Starchild felt him sigh against his mouth and his heart skipped a beat.

Through a bit of gentle direction, he had Tomaziel backing up towards his bed. It was a bit slowly, since they couldn’t help eagerly kissing each other every few moments. He broke away and managed to gasp out, “Oh Gods…”

“What?” Tomaziel panted.

When he tried to think of something to say, his mind came up blank. “I… I forgot what I was going to say,” he said, giggling sheepishly.

Tomaziel couldn’t help laughing. “Is there any way I can help you remember?”

“Well, there is one way…”

Starchild pushed Tomaziel to sit down on the bed, smiling sweetly at him. He kissed him gently, and it was so sweet and perfect that Tomaziel wanted more. He threw his arms around his neck and pressed himself closer, and questioningly ran his tongue over Starchild’s mouth. Within moments, Starchild had melted into the deepened kiss, placing his hands on his hips and leaning closer.

Unfortunately, he leaned too far and lost his balance. He fell right on top of Tomaziel, making their teeth clack against each other and making Starchild accidentally bite Tomaziel’s bottom lip.

“Ow,” Tomaziel mumbled.

Starchild flushed in embarrassment. “I—I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

To his amazement, Tomaziel suddenly snorted and his head fell back as he began to laugh. After a moment of shock, Starchild found himself smiling and joining in, and soon they were both lying there giggling at what had just happened.

“But seriously,” Starchild managed through his laughter. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Tomaziel chuckled. “I’m fine,”

Starchild giggled down at him. “Good,”

Smiling, Tomaziel stretched up for another kiss and Starchild happily reciprocated. This was going so wonderfully and he felt so light he could float on air…

But then he felt Tomaziel’s hands move down to his waist and his mind screeched to a halt. WHAT AM I DOING?!

He pulled away, his heartbeat quickening with fear this time. “I… I-I…” Embarrassment began to claw at his stomach. How did it look from Tomaziel’s point of view? One moment he was passionately going for it, then the next he suddenly didn’t want to. How did that make any sense?

Brown eyes blinked up at him. “Do you not want to…?”

“I… No…” Starchild got off of him to sit back, trying to hide his increasingly hot face. “N-Not now… I-I… I forgot what I said I wanted to do. I… I still feel like I don’t know you well enough to…” His face must have looked incredibly red now. “I-I’m sorry, I know it must have seemed like I wanted to, but I… I just… I changed my mind…”

Tomaziel didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, to Starchild’s immediate relief, he sat up and nodded. “I understand. That’s all right.” He tilted his head a bit shyly at him. “Can I still kiss you?”

A smile bloomed on Starchild’s face and he laughed. “We can still do that,”

He happily let Tomaziel lean forwards and kiss him again. It seemed he would never get over how understanding the Jendellian was. He had to be so unpredictable sometimes…

The thought made him break away and speak again. “Thank you for understanding, really. I must be so,” they kissed again, “so erratic sometimes.”

“I don’t mind,” Tomaziel replied. “It made sense to me, why you don’t want to anymore. There’s really,” another kiss, “nothing to worry about.”

Starchild couldn’t help but kiss him again, smiling against his lips. “You’re so sweet…” Tomaziel suddenly yawned widely, making him smile and laugh. “And tired.”

“I suppose I am,” Tomaziel shrugged, smiling and chuckling sheepishly. “I just felt exhausted all of a sudden.”

Starchild chuckled. “You should get some sleep,”

“I should…” Tomaziel moved to get off the bed, but suddenly stopped. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I wonder how it will look if anyone sees me leaving your chambers…”

Starchild opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and considered his words. He hadn’t thought about that before. No one knew about him and Tomaziel, and he knew people loved to gossip. The only solution he could think of was… “You could stay here,”

“I—What?” From the way he spoke, Starchild wondered if Tomaziel’s face was flushing blue. “Stay here? As in… sleep here? With you?”

“Yes,” Starchild nodded. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“But I thought you said you didn’t want to…”

“W-Well…” Starchild shrugged. “Just because we aren’t doing anything doesn’t mean we can’t sleep in the same bed.” He smiled at him in an attempt to ease his nerves. “I trust you enough that I don’t think you’ll dishonor me.”

His quip made Tomaziel smile and give a laugh. “Alright… If you really do not mind…”

“Excellent.” Starchild couldn’t help kissing his cheek. “Let me go change.”

When he came out of his bath chamber after getting ready for bed, he found Tomaziel still waiting for him. He had taken off his boots and removed his formal garb, leaving behind black underclothes. “I thought you would have gotten into bed,” he remarked.

“I was waiting for you,” came the reply.

Starchild couldn’t help smiling. “You’re sweet.” He pulled back the blanket and got into bed, Tomaziel following suit. After turning out the lights, Starchild turned back to Tomaziel. “Well…” he pressed a swift kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He couldn’t see in the darkness, but it sounded like Tomaziel was smiling.

Starchild’s heart couldn’t help but start beating a little faster as he laid down to sleep. He was sleeping in the same bed as a man he’d only been in a relationship with for two weeks.

… Considering his track record, that was an improvement. But still.

He felt Tomaziel rustling and shifting beside him and turned his head. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, I am just… trying to be a little more comfortable…”

A bold idea suddenly popped into his head. They only had two days left to see each other anyway; he might as well try the things he had been thinking about doing.

So he rolled over onto his side so that they were facing each other and moved closer to lace their fingers together. He smiled at Tomaziel, ignoring how warm his face was becoming. “How about now?”

Tomaziel looked down at where their hands were joined under the blanket, then looked back up at him and smiled. “It’s a little better,”

His cheeks felt slightly warmer. “Good.” He shifted slightly and closed his eyes to sleep. The last thing he remembered thinking before drifting off was how he could get used to falling asleep like this…

[starredforlife]

okay cool! all results (and brief explanations) under the readmore:

ALSO the brief explanations are for those that genuinely have no clue what the blurbs are trying to say, which is fair, because i was writing off vibes alone. but i want your interpretation and the way you felt to dictate what the answers mean to you, because they really aren't supposed to be pinned down in an offhand sentence anyways. too reductionist. anyways:

🎇 bandmates with firecracker sexual chemistry: you are like shooting stars. you are misguided and magnetic and drawn to your loves without hesitation. something about you gulps down anything it finds. and you're fun, and you stick your tongue out to anyone, and we love you for it with kisses and pulls of the hair. you will be remembered in fascination and jealousy. you are unforgettable.

you are impulsive, but fun!

🕯️ carnal and holy sinning (this is a love letter to myself): you are the world's leading cross bearer of the most guilty conscience. you feel everything you touch turns to gold but in the way that it becomes molten and rich; and what i mean is that when you allow yourself impulse (which is not often) it leads to disaster. when you want someone it feels like sorrow, and you love the world like tacky honey, and you'll wish it could all feel less heavy. you look at yourself in the mirror and yearn to stake the heart and ascend with peace.

you have a guilt complex and/or OCD

🪠 beavis and butthead: the two sides inside of you live inside either asscheek and are trying to come up with the worst fart imaginable. (what else is the ass for?) you love the smell of your own uh. ideas and would rather not waste time on what other people think bc inevitably it's fuckin stupider than what you had in mind. you are what, in my household, we like to call a "big brain genius". bold and offensive and high and mighty and refreshingly humiliating. don't you ever change starchild

you can't take things seriously (blessing and curse)

🧟 god-hungry scientist and their abominable child: you stitched something together inside of yourself and gave it life with light from the sky and now it won't die it and you can't kill it because part of you loves it and you're not quite right in the head or the person you used to be but at the end of the day it's simply a beast of sadness. you crave the mercy you didn't get from your creators and so i'm telling you please forgive yourself. please hold the monster by the hand.

you had bad parents

🥩 girl best friends (this will not end well): this is almost akin to cannibalism. something toxic and hateful exists in the way you hold yourself. you tout self-love, but is it actually that? or is it punishment? like the way two young girls who have no one else love and know each other, there's something deeply poisonous about how you handle your own feelings and self-worth. you are eating yourself alive trying to appease. please, by all means. start going apeshit on anyone mean to you.

you are scared to say no because you don't know that self-love means having boundaries

💦 the husband, the wife, and the pool boy: are you having fun indulging yourself, or are you watching from the sidelines, or are you letting people have a little fun with you just for the sake of feeling it? idk, maybe you're all three. maybe you're having the time of your life and others shouldn't judge you because hey, it's yours to spend. maybe the lesson here is that the husband should have his own pool boy.

you live life dissociated

🎥 dangerous parasocial celebrity fascination: how does somebody embody this as one person? simple. you are online way too much. you don't have to bare your secrets to the world, you are not our doll to prompt or play with, you belong to yourself. having an obsession with presentation was probably fun at first, but now it's a set of rules and you only have so many strikes until you're out. and to that i say whatever dude. just be. allow the side of you that is not a cardboard glamour exist as they are without pursuit of difference. you are allowed to exist plainly.

your live as if you are performing for others

🦷 dentist tasked with a child piranha: you are very scared of many many things but you are also incredibly determined to do as much as you can. how is this about a doctor and a fish-child? well let me explain. you are fearful and so you bite and flop, but you are also someone who loves the world and the people in it and you want to achieve things and so sometimes. you have to strap that fish to a chair and floss and rinse and do things anyways. this is a battle every time and so i respect you thoroughly for keeping those pearly whites shining, even though the bit is chomped.

you have anxiety and are being so brave about it

🧙 wizened mentor and intrepid teenager: you may have been called an old soul as a kid, and now you're doing everything you can to benjamin button that back. in your head of heads you can hear yourself giving advice, but the heart of hearts says no, i will not miss out on myself ever again. i can do this. and it really is about finding that balance before you end up buying too many goddamned hatsune miku figurines trying to endorse that inner child. but please do buy at least two. i know you deserve it.

you are learning how to indulge your inner child

🧸 big bear; little princess: this is a fun dynamic isn't it? a big burly character, often aloof, finding warmth and love while caring for a little helpless person or animal. and so that's the duality here, one where you can be tough and butch and gruff, but that's because you're protecting a deep sense of wonder and delight for what you love that others have poked at before. it's not selfish to enjoy that side of yourself, and it's not weak to show it either. i promise i promise, the right people want to see you love.

you're tough for your own reasons, but you don't really want to be

🌕 sun and moon: for some you shine just right, and for others you are too much or too little. people either hate seeing you rise over the horizon or pray and send blessing to you like a favorite god. you are timeless and there are not many like you, you who can embody both a burning star and a cratered rock. what i'm trying to say is that your duality compliments itself very well, but not everyone will understand why they can't get what they want from you. it doesn't matter. burn strong when you feel the need, and be gentle in the nights it's called for.

you do not mold to others' expectations

👤 you and the hat man: oh boy you're fighting demons aren't you. it's like you're in a constant staring competition with something that's always in the peripheral. what the fuck. (at least, that's how people who don't know you would react). at this point you've probably gotten pretty familiar with the hat man. he's a reliable kind of guy. keeps to himself, sure, but you can trust him to be there. maybe a haunting isn't too bad if it's never left your side. you can only imagine what it will be like when he's not there any more.

you don't remember your past well and it freaks you out, even though you're used to sitting with that now

🐺 moon curse of the werewolf: you have found yourself hungered or sickened or ambitious to the point of emotional carnage. you are fine, until you're not, and then you could rip someone in your way apart with your bared teeth by complete accident, and later claw at yourself in fits of pain trying to apologize. do you look at the moon that blessed you in her name, at her marred beauty and baneful eyes, and wish she could just crush that loving-hateful heart of yours before it crushes itself? every bite you take out of flesh is a response to the threads of silver bullets in you that haven't healed. the duality is that the human inside is howling too, gnashing, and without the wolf pelt, everyone can ignore it and turn away. at some point, you got tired of the moon being your only witness. now the wolf is there to make sure others know that you are hurt, and deserving of humanity, of attention to wounds. because that wolf loves you; all of you; and knows when you are hurt better than yourself.

you have been hurt so badly that it can't help but show itself in the ways you cope/react

🔵 the most important person and the pale blue dot: it's you. you're the most important because you are here and alive on this planet, that, in the scope of it all, isn't even the most of anything. the silliness of how vast our home is and how many of us there are only makes each of us that much more incredible. every time you kiss the cheek of a loved one you are telling the Earth that she is important in all the little ways, and thanking her for making others to hold. and likewise, when you hurt one of hers, she festers, and when she is hurt by yours she reciprocates--bellowing, and bleeding. she is important because you make her big and you are important because she made you small. and so…take care of each other.

you've looked at the big picture, and found yourself in it

🍀 moss-eaten robot (i.e. the workaholic whose body has had enough): the robot is dead? the robot is living. or a zombie, a botanical garden, an ecosystem, or a ghost of one. children watch you and wait for you to blink, mesmerized by how human you could look if you did. you are a shell, no lungs or organs to speak of, but the plants have found you and thought: we want to entwine in your wires like veins and give you oxygen. we want to turn your face to the sun with our leaves and help you feel the warmth of its rays. we want to water your rusted plates and bring you to the god of Pan as our greatest offering. sometimes, you want to get up, feel the gears whir and turn, and blink. but you are at peace, and you are understood, and so you rest. the time will come for your aching body to move, and you will know when that time is, but right now: you are not a machine. your metal and copper was made of the earth. so listen to the moss--and slumber.

capitalism sucks babey!

do y’all want me to do a little post that has the blurb for all the results for the duality uquiz results?