An empty world, a plague, a toll A voiceless void, your hands, your words A nightmare released, a terrible disease Small gaps, out of time, out of space, out of line In the deep, you weep, you scream Soundless and torn, the painter and the poet
My world fell to plague. I have no voice, my hands are my words.
I don't know. Mentioning the plague is about my past, the rest of it? I can't make sense of. I can write but being deaf makes me a shitty poet and my painting skills are on par with about a third grader. [A weak attempt at humor, but hey. He's trying?]
Your art is in other things, Nick. There are other ways to create beauty in
the world.
[She doesn't want to think about them.]
Look, but don't touch
Outside.
Out of here.
This is it. This is all.
You designed my prison and you want me to help you escape it?
Did you think you fooled me?
You will spend eternity with me and I will break you
The person who imprisoned me back home, or was part of imprisoning me, is
here in New Dodge. I haven't spoken to him yet. These words could mean
anything, see?
[We need to talk is rarely a good thing. Wanda makes her way over to where
he is. She had been trying to decipher what to do with the prophecies that
seem to be showing up more and more around town.]
[when she arrives, she sends out a little wisp of red energy to find him
and let him know she had arrived]
[It wouldn't be fair to tell her over text. Nick wants to talk to her face to face.
The wisp of red is met with a smile as it curls around his wrist almost like a living thing. With that smile still in place he moves to greet her with a gentle kiss.] I wanted to tell you in person rather than over the TC.
The party going to Erebus to look for this oracle, I'm going with them.
[His smile is warm and fond as he cups her jaw.] I'm sure they will be. But we'll get them somewhere safe first. Then you can yell at the Oracle all you want.
[Wanda can hope that they're nonsense but Nick isn't so sure. There have been enough references to his past, to his world and god help him, Tom Cullen. He has to go if only to put his own mind to rest about it.]
Maybe. But I think we owe it to this Oracle to at least investigate.
[He smiles at the kiss, a quirk of his lips as he pulls back.] And if there's nothing there, we can get in a little sightseeing, right?
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