Therapy Homework: Write a Poem
Qara was charged to write a poem. At first it was because his peers thought he didn't understand metaphor, simile, and what have you. It quickly became apparent that he did understand those things, it was more that he didn't understand their content. While it wasn't Koh that told him to do this, it was no doubt something that was going to be helpful for him.
Open up this chassis
Hands act in love
Clean, count, caretake
Matching screws and bolts
The pen scratched against the page, his tail flicking back and forth as he wrote. It was... a start. He had to stop by Colin's library to get an idea of what poetry needed to even look like, but it was somewhere to start.
Touch with every care
Gossamer flow
Pouring, slick
Crimson, black
He thought about the boys. The three machines he cared so deeply for. How so much more similar to them he was than the company members that were above him. It was everything, it was nothing. Just like him.
Viscous fluid set to fingers
A heart a machine
Pumping, twisting
Oil, blood
One ends another begins
Cycling, breathing, lubricating
He remembered the pain in the body's chest, long since normalized, the absence of it's pulse. He remembered how it felt, the moment when it's heart stopped beating, the horror in their eyes when they realized he was still awake.
Remove the damaged part
Affixed next to the heart
Cutting wires and filing bone
So much of it was machinery now. So much of it unfixable should anything happen to him. And yet he works on, its all he has left to do.
Maybe Zala will like this poem. Maybe this will be approved.
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I officially made aura!Dia as a canon FFXIV character!!!
His name is: Qara "Agra" Qalli [age 18]
Arslan Qalli's (sick) little brother who loves to travel ^ ^)
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[Img ID: An Au Ra and Elezen cuddled up on each other. The Au Ra is a dark purple in skin tone with dark blue hair in a ponytail. Small whispy horns from which a mask rests on his face. He is wearing a dark button up coat. The Elezen has white hair with gold highlights, pale skin, and a green university top. The two sit in a garden. ID End]
A repressed Catholic shnuggling up on the ex-Conscript. Feelings? I don't know her.
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Qara, on his bullshit as per usual
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I realized I never uploaded these pictures of Qara and Straft
I love these two so much, there's nothing better than an unrequited love and healing through the power of friendship and love.
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“No one can ask too much of me, save what the Dusk Mother forbids me to do... Perhaps you feel the same of yourself, though you listen to no gods and the weight you carry is no god-shaped one.”
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