Placebo wrote:Username - Placebo
Name of Tsukai - Centaurus (Taurus)
Gender of Tsukai - Male
How does this Tsukai stay hopeful? -400 words wrote:It's hard to make heat in such a dark, cold place.
The pinpricks of stars around him glimmer just out of reach. He's lost track of how long he's been on this tiny, lone rock, adrift in this dark sea. (Barely larger than the gilded forests of his ho-- well. No longer a home.) Drifting in and out of consciousness...
He's long since stopped bothering to move around on this little rock he's clung to. With no way to tell the passage of time, only the infinite expansion of the universe pulls him along.
Was he forsaken so utterly as to be cast out from the only life he's ever known?
Where did he go wrong?
....
His heart... once a thrumthrumthrum of life and energy and zeal!--
Now... slow. The low lub of the muscle grows
weaker and
weaker
and...
There is no heat in such a cold, dark place.
Why should he ever stand to make his own?
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He would have stayed still, frozen as he was, had this comet not deigned to approach him.
Against the stillness of space, the cold of its body is shocking against his own.
He rumbles. He hates these nosey creatures. Always too much. Too cold, too flighty, too skittish, too curious.
His movements, slow and sluggish, bring him to his feet to raise his hackles against the chilly creature. It flits around him without a care in the universe.
From deep within, he lets loose a flash of heat from the fur of his back. With a silent squeak, the comet springs away. But... not too far.
The heat from his body awakes the little creature's tail. A burst of white and blue bursts from its back, and, distracted, it turns in place to survey its looks.
He sits down on his haunches and bares a tooth. Typical of these creatures.
But, it's not quite finished with him yet. He tries to snap at its moving form, flashing heatwave after heatwave. Its tail only grows brighter, and its joy even more so.
He... hasn't been this winded in a long while. No air passes through his lungs, but his skin is heated.
The comet slips away, distracted yet again by something he himself cannot see.
But somehow... he knows it'll be back. That hopeful gleam in its eyes... it was as lonely as he.
He wonders how much they reflect his own.
I kept coming back to this one. Congratulations !
