[ About wanting a friend instead of a lackey. Sharkface isn't sure he believes it, but he sat with the question for a long time after talking with Angela. Wondering where he stood with her, where he stands with other people. The lines have blurred, just a little. And he's started to wonder, why not? Why not stand next to people he likes and spend time with them? He's already gotten to the point where he'd kill someone if it meant protecting Angela or Gene, and not because they're useful to him. But because he doesn't want them to be hurt and the world seemed well positioned to do just that.
It's a strange, dangerous thought. One he's only beginning to define the edges of. It cannot last, and he knows that, but maybe he could try to be Ephemera for real.
Just for a little while. ]
Anyway. Thought you might appreciate this.
[ He sends over a picture. It's taken inside the apartment he's been crashing in. The lighting isn't very good, but it shows a wide expanse of wall, the hint of a ceiling above. And on it someone has painted a mural in acrylics, depicting a sunrise over a Morningstart safehouse. The colors are vibrant and heavy, the shadows a little too thick to be entirely realistic. The buildings rise with the sun, ghostly faces peering out of dark windows. Too distant to see clearly, but paying witness nonetheless. And at the center, the sun is rising the light chases back the dark. ]
@terrence.ephemera
[ About wanting a friend instead of a lackey. Sharkface isn't sure he believes it, but he sat with the question for a long time after talking with Angela. Wondering where he stood with her, where he stands with other people. The lines have blurred, just a little. And he's started to wonder, why not? Why not stand next to people he likes and spend time with them? He's already gotten to the point where he'd kill someone if it meant protecting Angela or Gene, and not because they're useful to him. But because he doesn't want them to be hurt and the world seemed well positioned to do just that.
It's a strange, dangerous thought. One he's only beginning to define the edges of. It cannot last, and he knows that, but maybe he could try to be Ephemera for real.
Just for a little while. ]
Anyway. Thought you might appreciate this.
[ He sends over a picture. It's taken inside the apartment he's been crashing in. The lighting isn't very good, but it shows a wide expanse of wall, the hint of a ceiling above. And on it someone has painted a mural in acrylics, depicting a sunrise over a Morningstart safehouse. The colors are vibrant and heavy, the shadows a little too thick to be entirely realistic. The buildings rise with the sun, ghostly faces peering out of dark windows. Too distant to see clearly, but paying witness nonetheless. And at the center, the sun is rising the light chases back the dark. ]