Again, sorry for the late, and my lack of involvement. I have more and more pain in my wrist and lower back. I’ll have to go to the hospital, so I hope I can continue the inktober adventure until the end.
A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.
Amadeo: Just bring the master to me.
Riccardo: Well, he locked himself in the bedroom and I doubt he’ll want to speak with anyone.
Amadeo: Just tell him I said something.
Riccardo: Said what?
Amadeo: Anything factually inaccurate.
*two minutes later*
Marius to Amadeo: ‘The sky is blue because it’s reflecting the color of the ocean’?!
Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls.
!! I love this! also plz read @monstersinthecosmos‘s tags on this ok? just do it
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