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Silence"STOP!" Whim cried out in desperation, trying to force his voice past the barrier of muting silence. "Durelivoks, stop!" He thrust a hand out, another clapping against his head. The chains he commanded vanished from existence, releasing Durel's legs from their grip. "Just…. Time out. Please stop," Whim mouthed silently.
"Time out?" The Voice of All looked suspicious at the statement. The words he read off Whim's lips were almost out of character for the impulsive deity. "This- what do you think this is? A game?" Durelivoks hesitantly lifted his influence from the area around the opposing god, knowing he could bring it crashing back down at any moment if Whim tried anything.
"This is- I… We can't continue this can we reschedule or something," Whim mumbled with a pained look on his face. "The silence- I can't- nothingness- I yield, Durelivoks, just… I can't." Whim collapsed to his knees, clutching as his glasses with a shaky hand.
Durel watched quietly
I Don'tOf the two words he thought would silence the God of Performance, he hadn't expected to say them now.
Stage had frozen, staring at Whim with… some sort of emotion behind that mask of his.
"What do you mean "You don't.""
"You can't just NOT watch movies." Stage protested incredulously.
"I just don't have the time, Stage."
"Don't have one."
"…This is blasphemy."
"I read plays?" Whim offered in compromise.
"No, no, no, that's not the same- I'm taking you out to see a show." Stage reached out for his wrist, effectively dropping the script he had on the table and pulling Whim away to a different part of his realm.
"Wh- Stage, I don't have the time! I need to be somewhere in an hour!"
"I don't care, we are sitting you down and watching Pacific Rim."
Three hours later, Amber had to smack Whim in the face to get him to shut up about Kaiju and Jaegers.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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