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It was not a good day for Sollux. Usually days passed in a haze, that kind of dissociation where you lost yourself completely, without time or rhyme or reason, no schedules or projects other than those he made for himself.
The fact of the matter is, no matter how amazing it sounds, if, like Sollux, you were not good at keeping yourself healthy and accounted and in check and tended to spiral away from projects for at least a thousand different reasons, you were in a deep fucking hole and were shat on by the universe and your ill chosen, poor decisions, habits and decision making habits.
So yes, indeed, it was one of those days. And thus, there he stood, in all of his fucked up, exhausted, hazy glory, staring at the sky.
"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
AA spouted that line, once, when they were younger, full of foreboding and oracle-like tones. He didn’t get it then, but boy, did he get it now. Other than the obvious flight stuff, as a metaphor, it worked pretty well - once you achieve something great and amazing, your peak that you never thought could have been, you kinda… deteriorate from there, and you just want to get there again. And it was really convenient to forget and deny it took a lot of skill and effort to get there and maybe its not that good for your health to use 100% of your power all the time and shouldn’t you go to sleep, Sollux, it’s almost fucking morning and the sun will burn you to a crisp -
Oh. well. That is a thought.
Ignoring his screaming brain, he opened the window in a daze, power crackling all over his body, arcs of electric blue and red shooting all around, as the skies brightened, as he shot forward, as the wind started to whip around, as he climbed, on and on, towards the sun.