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plaguery · 6 months

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SYBILE VEINNE'S GLOWING UNDEAD LIFE

[EXT. ALTERNIAN DAYLIGHT]

The Alternian sun is a caustic, blistering thing, a mirage of hope to the uninitiated, offering possible peace to those who can bear it. A stark white leech folds its massive body forward towards salvation.

> Be you.

[INT. SYBILE’S HIVE]

Or be me. That delineation matters little in the end. What you give to me, I will give to you. And we will find ourselves always in some way one in the same.

You are SYBILE VEINNE. You are dead. Rather, UNDEAD as the title would have it and GLOWING for that matter. A stiff body on the ground with stagnant Jade blood pooled along your back, all in the glorious, erratic bioluminescent phase of starvation. This isn’t the first time you’ve starved. Really, you’ve been at it for half a sweep and made quite the unassuming living statue until your lusus saw to change this. Since then, you’ve been cycling between her feedings, going from awake and vital back into your undeathly, unending slumber. You figure she was hungry and agitated with having to feed herself for so long. We can’t all be so lucky to croak without strings attached.

> “What’s your secret?”

What an engaging question, SYBILE. Thank you for the interest, SYBILE. Aren’t these internal interviews always fun? Jokes, you promise to yourself. The kind the audience is in on are the best. You figure you have none. There are two reasons for this, you see. One, to have a secret, there must be an audience to hide it from. You don’t remember the last time you had an audience with anyone on Alternia. Your aim is to keep it that way. If your existence itself is shut away from the world, what makes a secret? Two, you’ve just opened up your existence to the world with the first command. The in-joke of being SYBILE VEINNE. Anyone can now be you or be me at this very moment with the right circumstances leading to it. If your existence itself is open completely to the world, what makes a secret? Part of you wishes you could have secrets. But the thing is, you are literally GLOWING, snapping back and forth between an on and off switch. An open secret is even the fool’s knowledge. You’re a rainbow drinker.

> “What’s a rainbow drinker?”

I’ve been stuck on that one too, SYBILE. So far, most of your rainbow drinking LIFE has comprised of lying on your back and not-so-decomposing into fleshy stone. Most of the blood provided to you has come from your leech mom, rather than your own biological impulse thrusting you upon an unsuspecting victim. It’s not a morality or disgust thing keeping you from personally attaining the blood you crave but rather a general stagnation of LIFE. You figure a rainbow drinker LIFE is really just like any other LIFE. And LIFE is not something you were ever good at. You tried to reject it for a reason. But as an unlucky Jade, you had the gene for a particular kind of bloodthirstiness running through your slowing pulse and it rejected your rejection for you. After some more agonies, you awoke to the world again, GLOWING. The world still did not awake to you.

> Listen to the crashing from the front door.

Mom is a clumsy, wet thing when she’s full. You’d think after all these sweeps she’d learn how to handle her blood bloated body. Mom bunches up beside you, sucker hovering over your slightly open mouth. You’ve always had trouble breathing out of your nose. You never really knew she had the ability to throw blood back up until she started feeding you in desperation after you gave up on your rainbow drinking LIFE. Rust blood trickles down from her sucker, hitting right above your top lip. Her aim isn’t great. As more cascades down, blood flows out from the landing point, traveling to the mouth one way and up the nostril the other. It begins to flood down your throat, opening it wide like a gasp of air. You feel the need to cough, but your muscles haven’t given in yet. For a few minutes, you stay as stone. The blood up your nostril makes you want to squirm but that’s an even more taxing movement. And here it is, the wave of nausea crawling up from your stomach, embracing the back of your throat. Movement awakens in your veins and the weight begins to lift from your back. Your blood is redistributing, cracking open the stone of your body little by little. Small electrical pulses ring through as it adjusts to sensation again. The nausea heightens. It hurts to wake up.

> Be SYBILE VEINNE.

You don’t really want to be SYBILE VEINNE right now. It sounds like SYBILE is having a possibly excruciating moment in their body and a poor outlook on LIFE. If you could consider it a LIFE at all. It’s hard to be SYBILE VEINNE. SYBILE VEINNE doesn’t even want to be SYBILE VEINNE. Why would I want to be SYBILE VEINNE? I don’t know, SYBILE. But you’re still GLOWING.

> Sit up and turn the GLOWING off.

You are going to ache for a while. You don’t know how you learned to turn the GLOWING off. You don’t even remember doing it for the first time. It just came with the package, you think. From all the stories you read about rainbow drinkers in your old life, they all had to learn the hard way. Maybe all you’ve known is the hard way.

> Be SYBILE VEINNE.

You could starve again. And Mom could go off on her own again, either die out there or come home bloated for two. And you’ll wake up again. You don’t really want to be SYBILE VEINNE but you don’t have much of a choice if you want this story. And you can tell a story is coming. You’re a bit of a prognosticator, in that way. To be SYBILE means you’re going to have to start living a LIFE.

> “Welcome to the hard way.”

[FADE TO BLACK]

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plaguery · 6 months

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IM HAVING THOUGHTS okay so for sybile veinne's glowing undead life... its going to be centered around the vampirism/rainbowdrinking, classic queer metaphor involved. but the actual general metaphor is going to be for daywalkers/draft dodgers (trolls are nocturnal & their sun is evil and will fry them alive if theyre in it too long aaand are all sent off at a certain age to go do space colonization, for those unaware).

heaaar my made up lore out: first, rainbowdrinkers typically can avoid the universal draft by either genuinely dying and having that go on record or faking their deaths and then living their lives mostly unsurveilled in the light of day.

the genetic trait that induces vampirism is typically only found in jades, but it can be induced in any troll that gets rainbowdrinker blood with the trait running through their system, either by drinking or injecting it. so trolls that feel called to the rainbowdrinker lifestyle are able to acheive this through connections with 'born' rainbowdrinkers who will administer their blood to them. blood consumed for the sole purpose of nourishment is referred to as 'spectrum' and blood shared for vampiric maintenance is referred to as 'drink'. those who share their blood are known to 'give drink' and those who receive the blood to maintain their vampiric state are those who 'take drink'.

drink can be obtained in many ways through whatever type of connections those involved find themselves in: some stick to traditional close knit, committed bonds akin to a familiar (but its more like a genuine dom/sub kind of thing. it can be abusive like any relationship can but most cases arent). those are rarer as more givers nowadays have opened up their available drink to more parties, either selling their drink, giving drink amongst their known circle, giving their drink free under certain terms, or indiscriminately giving out drink under first come, first served (as drink can only be given out so many times within a certain amount of time before it weakens the giver)

so rainbowdrinkers, givers or takers of drink, all can live under the light of the sun. givers typically genuinely die at some point before turning, have that recorded, and dodge the draft that way. most takers will fake their deaths to avoid the draft as well. some givers & takers have went forward with the draft though.

howeeever, there are other draft dodgers that have found various other ways to (mostly) exist as daywalkers, sometimes balancing a day and night life, sometimes toughing it out as a full daywalker. they are few and far between and often dont get away with it as well as rainbowdrinkers (who also dont always get off scot free), but they exist.

so why it comes down to daywalking/draft dodging is the pull away from the prescribed alternian life of living at night, every troll for themselves, all to eventually get shipped off to commit atrocities in the empress' name. rainbowdrinkers have their own community and subculture that inherently rests on this principle of sharing and relying on each other, even if its not perfect. other daywalkers have their own subculture too, finding more success at living through banding together. and theyre all just desperately trying to survive, maybe even thrive in the circumstances theyre in.

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