On the day before the night Stede planned his escape to sea, he tried to consider what he would be leaving behind.
In one sense, there was a great deal of it. A wife and children. An estate. Security. A bed on solid land. A decent number of books he couldn’t manage to fit into the onboard library.
And yet, he could only quite view his current life in the periphery of escape. And like that, it seemed rather like nothing much at all.
For the longest time, he’d imagined that there was a cavern inside him where the pit of his soul should reside. A deep, yawning emptiness that grew with each unhappy day, with each unhappy week, month, year. The edges of it brittle and crumbling like limestone.
The expanse of it devoured him. He could feel it widening, swallowing whatever warped essence composed him. And as greatly as he understood how little his honest self was worth, he feared what may happen were he to lose himself entirely.
Mary still lay beside him, asleep. He took a long, lingering look at her, at the beautiful wife he was supposed to love, and with a great wash of guilt he found himself desperately, fervently, hoping that whatever it was that was wrong with him stayed behind with her.
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Many months later, as he stumbled blindly through the woods, barefoot, sweating, and hyperventilating, Stede realized all he’d done was put off the inevitable. There was no distance he could run that would let him escape himself.
Once, he was a boy with blood on his face, and upon failing to clean himself of it, he grew into a man with blood on his hands. He hadn’t understood it for the longest time—how the stains seemed so clear to everyone except him. He didn’t know how to wash it off, didn’t know how to stop hurting.
He’d always be the wrong shape for his place in the world. But he wouldn’t let his own coarse edges sand Edward down into something like him. Something broken and raw and painful. He couldn’t bear it.
Still, the guilt gnawed into him. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it was already too late.
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Sunlight fell through the stained glass window of the front door. Stede stood in the entrée feeling like a stranger in his own home.
A circle of unfamiliar women sat in the parlor, and, oh, there was Mary, rising shakily to his greeting.
She turned to face him. Stede looked at her, at the woman he married, the mother of his children, and he thought back on the years they’d spent together and felt that cavern inside him split open once more as he found himself unable to muster even a single happy memory shared between them.
There must—there must be some, of course. He didn’t spent every moment of the last major fraction of his adult life unhappy. Of course not. But at that moment, watching her stand there and tremble at seeing him, there were simply none that came to mind.
His feet ached. The pain crept all the way up the back of his calves and round his knees, branching into his lower back.
His chest ached, too, and wouldn’t it have been something if his heart were to give out, just then? Some kind of awful irony for him to trek this far, to survive so much, only to keel over on his own doorstep.
Finally home, but only in name.
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I’M BACK ON MY MERFOLK BULL, Y’ALL mermay isn’t over if it lives on forever in your heart
These designs were made to accompany the FNAFxSubnautica crossover fic that I’ll be uploading very soon ;) edit: (AHEM HEM)
Sun’s influences are a bit of a mix between an opalescent nudibranch and a Spanish dancer sea slug
Moon's are mostly glass octopus with a touch of Pacific sea nettle
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