Theo doesn’t even have to think to exercise his power anymore. He plucks small rocks off of the ground and juggles them absently above his head. His sharp eyes catalogue their movements with satisfaction, noting that the larger one is more sluggish than the smaller. He can juggle four of them at once before his attention wavers, too split up to continue. He’s slow with them when he adds more as well, mind catching on itself and leading the rocks to stutter in his mental grasp like they’re glitching. It’s strange as well. He can lift four small pebbles, or four larger rocks weighing as much as several pounds, but only four at a time. He has some hypothesis regarding mental ability and multi-tasking. If he trains long enough, will he be able to move five? Six? More? He absently weaves the rocks between his feet as he walks, and it’s only a little more effortful to make sure that they’re in rhythm with his gait so that they don’t hit his feet, before turning and hurling them as
[LU] dreams and metaphors by Soul-of-Sin, literature
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[LU] dreams and metaphors
These days, when Theo dreams he dreams of ice. It’s always the same dream. He’s in a maze. He can see his reflection in every single wall, on and on into infinity. Theo upon Theo, cast out and replicated so that for every step he takes, a thousand mirror images follow his steps. He isn’t afraid, in the dream. He probably should be, but he isn’t. It’s beautiful, after all. He has seen so many horrible, terrible, ugly things in these trials. But he’s also seen such beauty, such incredible sights and beautiful new creatures. This is like that, the ice feels like home. Feels good, safe. Walled in with no one but himself for company. His breath fogs in the air, but he doesn’t feel cold. One of the perks of being a purple soul, he always supposes. He tries to remember - did his father get cold? Did Amos ever shiver and complain and cuddle up to his partners as they laughed and warmed his chilly paws? Theo doesn’t remember. Even though he knows he has to find his way to the center of
[LU] what it means to live forever by Soul-of-Sin, literature
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[LU] what it means to live forever
Theo flops into his uncle’s side harshly, eliciting a loud oof as the wind is knocked out of the older tom. “I don’t get why we haven’t evolved thumbs yet.” Theo complains, loudly. “What?” Teddy wheezes. “Thumbs.” Theo emphasizes, waving his paws around like that will help. “Theo,” Teddy says with the infinite patience of an uncle whose nephew is too smart for his own good and forgets that everyone around him isn’t always on his level, “I don’t know what thumbs are.” Theo huffs, because it should be obvious. “They’re opposable digits that humans had on their paws that they used to manipulate objects. It moved on like, a different axis than the other digits so it made grabbing things a whole lot easier.” “Sounds complicated.” Teddy observes, flexing his paws thoughtfully. “No more complicated than a tail.” Theo grumbles, flexing his own paws as well, “I’d trade my tail for thumbs in a heartbeat. Tails are useless, anyway.” Teddy sighs. “Did Baloo try trap your tail in a door
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