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Tweak says, "ICONITIS IS KILLING MOI."

The Judges Of Sabra La Tau (sabra_la_iudex) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-04-30 23:30:00

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Game 87 - Endgame
Man, fuck you guys. I'm going home.

((Memories:
Cygnus
Pavo
Vulpecula
Canis))

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sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 06:59 pm UTC (link)

He kept the sun for three days. For three days, there was no sunrise. On the morning of the forth day, he threw the jewel in to the sky as hard as he could. He felt a little sad to see it go. As it gave him light and it gave him warmth, a kind of light that enchanted and a warmth that made him content. But he could not keep it.

It rose higher into the sky and again there was sunrise.

But when the sunset that night, his pocket felt heavy. It had returned to him. He now truly had the sun.

But he was already not satisfied. If I have the sun, then I would like the moon too, he thought. As I am a thief without limits and there is nothing I cannot have. So he set off in search of the moon now. But every morning he woke early, to throw the sun into the sky so that the world could know the light and warmth he himself was so fond of.

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 07:13 pm UTC (link)
	. . . haha... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 07:27 pm UTC (link)

And this time it only took a year to find the moon. In a cave on the seashore, he found a strange thing. It was like a round, flat piece of glass. But it did not shine, no matter how he polished it. It was dull and lifeless without a bit of glimmer. He waited. Sure enough at nightfall it disappeared from its cave. And little by little, sliver by sliver, it began to shine as the days passed. Because the moon lives in phases. Where it is nothing then grows to fullness, then fades to nothing again.

So he took the moon and when his pocket grew heavy with the sun, he would release the moon to the night sky.

He now had the sun and the moon. What else could he steal?

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 07:42 pm UTC (link)
	The stars. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 07:49 pm UTC (link)

That's right. And the time it took was even shorter still. And he found the darkest place, the darkest cave. Deepest down in the earth. This is where the stars rested when the sky was bright. They sparkled like diamonds and he gathered then all, as they were quite small. Sparkling and dazzling. And he would set them free with the moon every night.

So he thought he had it all. And he was no longer a thief so he thought, but keeper of the sky. So he thought. He traveled because he liked to be on the move.

But then one day he walked on what seemed to be the edge of the horizon. It was steep and dangerous and he liked it that way. But as he walked that edge, like a man would a tightrope, that's when he saw what he wanted to steal next.

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 07:52 pm UTC (link)
	[. . . okay, so is still pretty out of it and has no clue what could possibly be next] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 07:55 pm UTC (link)

She was beautiful. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And as he drew close, he saw the most glorious, beautiful sight.

Her eyes. They were blue as the sky and grey as the sky and as they talked and her temper sparked they were as thunderstorms and when he warmed her heart they were as sunset with warm reds and oranges and no jewel or the sun or the moon or the stars were as glorious as her eyes.

"Are you the sky?" He finally asked. Because he believed in fantastic things. And if he could steal the moon and the stars and the sun then just as easily the sky could come to him on this horizon where sky meets earth.

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 08:01 pm UTC (link)
	Sounds like he met his match... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 08:08 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." She said. As it was true. She was the sky. He didn't know why she came to him now.

"Are you angry?"

"Three days I spent without warmth. On the forth day I planned to strike you down. Thunder to deafen your ears and light to strike you dead. Because the world cannot be without light and warmth. But as you gave back the sun, I hold no grudge. You only carry what is mine when I cannot use it. You dutifully and willingly send back to me the only things I truly own."

"I am a thief but I am not greedy."

"You lie."

"You caught me, I do have one greed. A lust for a challenge. Dear lady who is the sky, I feel challenged right now. Because what I wish to steal next is your heart."

He reached for her hand but somehow she stayed out of reach.

"Boy, you think you can possess me was well? There is only one way you can win my heart."

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	Epic adventure? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 08:23 pm UTC (link)

"Anything, anything to be the one you love."

"As I am the Sky, you be the Earth. We will be side by side forever. You will steal from me, as there is nothing I can keep but the stars and the sun and the moon. All things in the end are yours. Every bird and insect and the drops of rain come to be yours in the end. So you must remain a thief of all eternity. You must take from me. But you must give back, as an empty sky is sad and lonely. And we can only meet where the edges meet. So it is a lonely love we will share, because you must continue your travels and find me when you can."

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 08:37 pm UTC (link)
	[. . . dude, that's really sad] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sillyrabitricks
2010-05-01 08:46 pm UTC (link)

And without hesitation he accepted this. Because he could be a thief for eternity. But he could also give to her, and his head already swam with all the things he wanted her to have. Birds and butterflies and falling leaves taken by the wind to swirl above the heads of people like a dance. For all he took he would give back better. So that he could come to find her and look into her eyes and see the sunset.

The two kissed and embraced and that night they laid together. In the morning she was gone.

So the thief who was now the Earth itself traveled onward, throwing the sun to the sky and knowing that above him was a reflection of his beloved's eyes. And that their lonely love was not so lonely as she thought. Because he looked at her always and she always looked down on him. And he planted trees to reach up to her and flowers to help feed the butterflies and he rescued eggs and charmed orphaned birds.

And every once in a while he found an edge, a place he could call a horizon. And those days were the most joyous and she would love him and praise him for all he gave. And he would praise her for her beauty and kindness and for giving them rain and warmth and life.

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	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 09:07 pm UTC (link)
	... who knew you were such a romantic. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sillyrabitricks 2010-05-01 09:08 pm UTC (link)
	You could tell I made it up myself? (Reply to this) (Parent)

	sillyrabitricks 2010-05-01 09:08 pm UTC (link)
	What's wrong with that kinda stuff? Besides, its the logical conclusion, right? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 09:14 pm UTC (link)
	Nothing wrong with it. Says a lot 'bout you, though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sillyrabitricks 2010-05-01 09:15 pm UTC (link)
	That I'm secretly a pansy? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	Some people look at it that way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sillyrabitricks 2010-05-01 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	It's just an ideal, Kaito. It's not something I could ever be. I know a lot about what's 'ideal' and I like that best. But I can never be ideal in any way. Ideal just makes the happiest stories. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 09:30 pm UTC (link)
	I'm familiar with the concept, Red. It just also means that you have a will and a want to believe in those kinds of things even when reality is showing you it will never be the case. So even with what you know--all you've likely seen and done, you still want to be optimistic. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sillyrabitricks 2010-05-01 09:33 pm UTC (link)
	Yes, yes. I'm not sure it's such a good thing, though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	amazinghattrick 2010-05-01 09:38 pm UTC (link)
	It's an incredibly painful thing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sillyrabitricks 2010-05-01 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	Yes. And I was raised to not feel things so I'm getting so disowned when I get home. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)