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[setsuntamew]

Okay. I just have to know what "legknives & the wall" is.

Ahhhh absolutely, it's something I've been picking at on and off for the past month OwO It's based somewhat on reading this post and having it roll around in my head for awhile and then somehow, it turned into angsty fanfic- as one does.

There’s an impenetrable wall between them, reaching high, high above the surface of their wretched planet and into the heavens, cutting through the stars and the debris and perhaps every other planet out there: an insurmountable force that is more than anything else in existence. And it’s so much less. How little would things have to change to shift even just one brick in the foundation? How little would it have to shift for it to come tumbling down, burying them and every worthless creature sharing this barren rock? How much would it take? How little would it take? How little would they have to change and how much would they lose the core of who they are as people, as beings, as anything? Legato cannot imagine an existence where Millions Knives is not his entire existence. Legato Bluesummers exists because of Knives’s divine mercy and would be nothing without Knives; Legato Bluesummers is his devotion and every complication that entails. He will follow Knives until the end of time if he demands it and he will worship whatever Knives is and whatever he does. But— But he cannot imagine a life that is not this. He cannot imagine a life where Knives’s kindness extends any further than it already does because he cannot imagine a life where he is anything but an inferior creature in comparison. Knives allows him to follow at his heels and Legato cannot see over the impossibly vast wall that looms before him. Knives can do everything and anything and he forces himself to build ever-higher walls around his heart, bricking himself off from pain and betrayal and joy in equal parts. His fear begets loneliness as much as he craves the company of another; his loneliness begets a spiral of hatred that draws in the company he craves. The idea of trust is crushed and ground apart until its absence is what holds the wall together; its absence is the support system in a failing ship; its absence is permanent and prevalent. And one day, its absence is missed and neither of them realize it is because of how delicate the threads that hold it together are, the burning light of twin suns glinting off the only remains that persist.

This is still a pretty rough draft of it, since there's uhhhh a lot more happening in the WIP and I wanna format it to actually make a wall out of text some???how?????? I think??????????? I had to put it aside for a bit, but I wanna come back to it OwO