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[sentientsky]

i love when characters are desperate—when the sheer breadth of their want shifts the very universe, when it bends space-time around them. give me characters with tunnel vision, who can't see beyond the hollow in their chest—the gaping, ragged wound of absence that begs to be knitted back together. let me see how they exist as a gravitational force all their own, a neutron star pulsing with the colossal, aching weight of want.