See the line where the sky meets the sea?
It calls me
And no one knows
How far it goes
If the wind on my sail
On the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know
If I go there’s just no telling
How far I’ll go
Silver tosses offending thoughts to the wind and he wonders if when they scatter will they create new ones? Will they branch out beyond the light where the sea meets the horizon and plant themselves in the ancient breath of the deep?
Those little lies are what dress up this cage in a falsehood that perpetuates freedom. He recognizes the reeling edge of it and how he’s toppled over. The excruciating agony of the wound where once his leg was whole, swallows him entirely. The pain has him in its coiled fist and he doesn’t attempt the separation. He will bear this. He will be this.
He spots the figure in his periphery and listens to his boots tap lightly against the wood in quiet greeting. He didn’t even have to turn and see that Flint stood beside him overlooking the sea.
“Does it appear different to you?” Flint inquires and Silver lets the image of the sea bury and claim his vision. The thing he hates, the pain he endures, the shadow he’s becoming.
“Yes.” Is all he manages.
“It won’t have the same shape any longer. It will have edges where you didn’t remember there being any.” Flint confesses.
This new world born of the old one is a cruel trickery. He’s yet to sense purpose or direction from it. The only thing deemed real enough is the figure beside him.
Silver finally turns to him and sees the building of grief behind his eyes; creating their own plight.
“It’s a wretched thing isn’t it?” Flint asks the air between them.
To reach and never achieve.
Silver is unable to stand any longer. He’s put too much pressure on the boot as is and he feigns tiredness. He turns and releases a whimper of anguish before his leg buckles but he doesn’t fall. There, instead of the cold ground, is the warmth of Flint’s arm that catches his. Silver is tempted to rip himself away and grumpily announce he didn’t need his aid but he’s much too exhausted with the torment. He lets Flint help him upright as he quietly asks, “Are you alright?”
“Fuck no.” Silver bluntly replies but Flint doesn’t remove his grip from his arm nor does he force him to.
The heat of his fingers seep through the fabric of his shirt and he imagines such a thing burning him; leaving a permeant reminder. Silver wants Flint to lie to him, he wants to ask him if he’s lesser, if he’s still worthy, but words aren’t there to be spoken. The sea has stolen them away and devoured them.
Silver would like to believe that perhaps his anguish aids Flint too. That through his misery Flint can navigate his own unfathomable grief.
what would peter and killian fight over you be like? (or involve) thanksss
Killian Jones and Peter Pan fighting over you would involve…
-Their hatred for each other coming out even more than before.
-They would try to one-up each other at any chance they had.
-“I’m taking her out in the sea right before the sun sets. She’ll see I can take her on adventures, take her wherever her heart desires.”
-“You really think that’s what she wants Hook? I’m going to go swimming with her in the lagoon.”
-“How boring Pan.”
-It would annoy you that they would fight over you, but you’d also be flattered.
-They both would be in love with you, but you wouldn’t know who to be with.
-“Killian the sea is beautiful.”
-“Not as beautiful as you love.”
-Killian would make your heart soar, you cheeks blush, and your mind long for adventure.
-“You know I haven’t been swimming in a long time Peter.”
-“Well take this as a chance to try again! I’ll be here with you, right by your side.”
-Peter would make you laugh, make your eyes light up.
-You would love them both.
-Yet, you would have to choose…
-Who would you choose?
Treehouse of Horror VIII - The HΩmega Man [S9 E4] (dir. Mark Kirkland)
Interestingly all the ‘Freaks’ (or ‘Monsters’, if you prefer, just not ‘Mutants’) are male, even the ones not present in this scene (that’s Lenny, Otto, Carl, Willy, Skinner, Hutz, Cletus and the Sea Captain, for those keeping score), I see no good reason as to why no women (bar the Simpson trio) ‘survive’ the blast. Yes, there are more male characters but to not even have one woman strikes me as odd.
“We all make choices. But in the end, our choices make us.”
Andrew Ryan: (born АндрейРаяновский) is the founder of Rapture and the owner of Ryan Industries. He is the Chairman of the Rapture City Council, owner and operator of Hephaestus, and one of the most important men in the city. He only appears in person in the Rapture Central Control, but he sends radio communications throughout Jack’s travels.