[ He can't believe it, but he can imagine. Black as the sky. Black as the infinite void. It's a tall tale if you're Royce, for whom everything can be explained, even if we don't know it yet. He does take some pleasure in Howard's elaborate fictions. He does. Because that's what they are, really, despite the mostly-outgrown, childlike wonder deep inside that hopes otherwise. Right?
Right?
Flying too close to the sun is only a thing that happens to those who don't understand what the sun is capable of. His eyes lower as he sips his coffee. Through his lashes they look pleased. ]
From the sea? But then, where did it come from?
[ Things don't just come from the sea, after all. Howard. ]
no subject
Right?
Flying too close to the sun is only a thing that happens to those who don't understand what the sun is capable of. His eyes lower as he sips his coffee. Through his lashes they look pleased. ]
From the sea? But then, where did it come from?
[ Things don't just come from the sea, after all. Howard. ]