You must know by now.
An adventure for queen and country. An adventure of a lifetime.
One Day, Perhaps
One day, perhaps, we will have become legends. We’ll pass this way outside of space or time, When what they’ll know of us will be just questions They’ll carve our deeds in stone. Build us in rhyme.
The things they’ll tell about us will be lies But lies of such a kind as tell a truth Perpetual. Our lives will be revised. Preserved, we’ll mouth the epics of our youth.
Actors will play us, braver than we are, More funny, deeper, prettier by far. Their lines will be more resonant and wise Than anything we said. Majestic lies.
So wait. Such tales might be the truth one day. For now, alive, we huddle, ache, and pray.
The Terror - Episode One (The Theater, 7/?)
My Art: Anderson Dawes // The Expanse [WIP]
“Earthers get to walk outside into the light, breathe pure air, look up at a blue sky, and see something that gives them hope. And what do they do? They look past that light, past that blue sky. They see the stars, and they think, ‘Mine.'” Pastel pencils on textured paper
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The Terror: 1.01 + Captain Crozier’s Various Faces of Silent Agony
“I tell you, one glance from him, I have to remind myself I’m not a fraud.”