ᵗʰᵉ 𝕯𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

such meeting is quite poetic, is it not﹖ darkness reaching for the light, swallowing its brightness with no care.

rubbing temples, still recovering from the ache. “power makes you lonely. it makes people afraid of you. and if people are afraid then they can never truly ( know ) you.” he offers. of course she knows his. why not. ears perk ever so slightly. “amara ? it’s…lovely to meet you.”

[ watching it prompts a throbbing behind his eyes, so beautiful. so horrible. it feels like eavesdropping on something you’re not supposed to see. diego looks away, nearly dizzy. ] oh… there’s. there’s balance in that. some people might call it beautiful.

you find yourself to be very destructive, then? is this something you’ve deemed yourself or something other people say?

of course. it can lessen burdens. what’s on your mind?

[ he does so … effectively concealing how awkward he feels. ] so. why do you feel you need therapy?

i’m just a little concerned. this is a terrific delusion of grandeur.

are you having some sort of break?

e-excuse me ?

i don’t see you on my schedule for today…

hello ❔😃

just smite the planet and start over.