this is not gonna go well / private

[BRUCE H]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ FIVE MILLION YEARS LATE because writing is,,,, not my friend right now

Bruce was not accustomed to the way that Flintlock hunted, even having been here for as long as he has. Before he joined, it was more of a battle for something big that would last his group a while. Wait patiently for a deer of the right size and pull the trigger, butcher it and cook it. Kept it good for traveling, safe to eat for a long time, and better than eating it raw, that's for damn certain. Coming up with the ammunition for that sort of hunting wasn't easy, but they had managed. Whatever they had left of the body was traded, though Bruce was never entirely sure of what someone would want dear bones for. Stew, perhaps? The antlers would make decent weapons, if they needed something like that. Bruce's mind always has a tendency to jump to what could have been, or what would be in the distant future. There's going to be a civilization built on what happens in the very moment that he takes his breath. Perhaps that's nothing more than arrogance, assuming that he would be so important to the universe. He's not, really, but that doesn't mean that he won't do what he can.

Human beings cling to their morality like dogs to a good bone, but even something as good as that loses flavor eventually. He'll just say that the Badlands were the weakest humans of the bunch. Or perhaps they just didn't have what he had. Loving parents, who were always good. He doesn't much like judging others for their mistakes. That's easily the only reason that he agreed to go fishing. However much of a dick move (not a Dick move) it had been for Johannes to wait for his return to announce that he no longer held his position, and however bitter things were between them — well, it's not so simple as to say he's willing to bury the hatchet, but it's also not so complex as to say that Bruce will hold on to that hatred forever.

He stretches wordlessly, something cracking in his spine enough to make him wince. Tension always has a way of creeping up on him, though not many people could blame him for being stressed at the moment. Still, it's fading. He's feeling better. It helps whenever his heart flutters at the realization of what he's coming home to, rough fingers turning the extra ring on his hand. It just means they both have to get home safe, right? Him and Johannes both. Bruce turns pale blue eyes on him and tries not to sigh. This was important, anyway. "How far is this trip going to take us?"

[ashen]

build our fate over hollow ground—

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[ashen]

build our fate over hollow ground—

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