Through the Living Hope

“Right on the border of the Crescent. People aren’t out here much because of its proximity to the dystopia. Really, people only come on business, picking up deliveries, things of that nature.”

SIREN SONG

@THE DOOM SLAYER @Akimikoisthecutest @Through the Living Sherma

I read the blurbs and that book sounds peak I remember learning a bit about different publishing methods a couple years ago, can’t remember any off the top of my head right now. The thing I remember right now is like how The Martian was published where it was released chapter by chapter on a blog. I think the issue with this was that if a publisher does pick it up, you’d probably have to take down the posted chapters

She grunted and made a motion of her arm to the crowd, implying, “Get on with it, then.” And she remembered something else. Maybe. She thought she did, at least. That bar. Someone had met her there, she thought. Not Urilo. Maybe worked with or for him. She hadn’t gotten his name. She didn’t think then that she’d join this.. this what, revolution? Cause? She didn’t think she’d seen him since, though. Maybe Urilo mentioned it? Osborn, or something? She thought she remembered Urilo mentioning a small team. People she hadn’t met. Maybe one of them orchestrated this? Either way, Urilo didn’t seem particularly talkative with her at the moment. He never had. For the first time, she started to barely regret drinking so much recently. She’d never had access to so much alcohol down here. If only it worked how she actually wanted it to. She’d forget her pain and be able to remember all this stuff that was probably important. She looked at the back of Urilo’s head. She’d told him she’d cooperate with him even if she didn’t trust him. She was starting to wonder if that had been the right choice. He was secretive, quiet. If he wanted her to trust them, why was he so cagey with details? Well, who was she to judge? She was just as secretive, wasn’t she? She closed her eyes, barely shaking her head, as she remembered another reason for her drinking. She didn’t want to think like this. It didn’t lead anywhere. Her head pounded with thoughts and her hangover. If only her thoughts weren’t so loud. A few days ago. Another time her thoughts grew too loud. After that meeting in the bar, before she ran into Urilo in the alley. She’d gone to sleep in a haze. As drunk as she could afford to be. She’d had a dream that night. A vision of a better, safer Undercity. Someone had spoken to her. Urilo? She didn’t remember the voice. Why couldn’t she forget the stuff that hurt and remember the important things! She focused once again on Urilo. There was definitely something he was hiding. Something.. unnatural. Even that first note after the meeting- he’d never met her, but he pinned the exact way she thought and criticized her drinking. There was no logical way he could have known that. So how did he? How was he able to accurately guess at her inner workings? How was he able to influence her dreams? It shouldn’t have been possible. No, something had to be off. But she knew he’d never tell. No, Lias would never get those answers. Urilo would forever remain an enigma she couldn’t understand. She didn’t trust him, so he wouldn’t trust her with that information. And she wouldn’t trust him without knowing more. What was that called? A catch 22? Her thoughts were too loud. Manipulation. Hadn’t that been all she’d experienced from day one down here? He wasn’t like her old—was there really no better word than owner?—owners, she had to admit he was a better person than them. But didn’t he just manipulate her, too? Her fear had been her fuel for years. Her mind was manipulated, thus her body. Finally, she’d run. She’d been free. She tried to lay low. And then the first note had come. Curiosity had influenced her at first. That was the main thing that got her to meet the unnamed man. Then Urilo had showed up. What had he done since but manipulate her with hope? It was all the same, wasn’t it? Was this all she would ever be? Someone’s pawn? Her thoughts were too loud.

“So you gave them all letters or something. You’ve done that before.”

She raised an eyebrow.

I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it’s no longer youuuu

I see you on the brink of death

I see the sacrifice of men

But that’s not a world I know

Tiiime, I’ve unlocked it I see past and future running free

The past is always close behind

Nothing’s what it seems NOTHING’S WHAT IT SEEMS

I NO LONGER DREAAAM

ALL I HEAR ARE SCREEEAAAMS

I’ll stay in your heart While you were waiting, waiting, waiting

@THE DOOM SLAYER

I’m waiting .. I took too long

Even if you’re the last thing I see I’ll be waiting

I keep thinking of the infant from that night

Nothing’s what it seems