Volly wondered if it was actually possible to actually track the progression- or regression?- of sanity over the days and weeks he spent on his own. He doubted he was really, honestly going some kind of batshit crazy, but it sure as hell felt like it the longer things went on. How else was he supposed to explain his almost pathological avoidance of anything that seemed familiar, in favor of a pathetically lonely life of keeping his own company?
He was talking to a rock, for fuck’s sake.
“Y’know,” he said, sounding almost wistful, “I used to be, like, normal. There was a time when your buddy ol’ Vol didn’t sit around all day, inventing arbitrary personalities for rocks and pretending to carry on a meaningful conversation.”
He furrowed his brow, as though listening to a rather well thought out response. Volly shifted slightly where he lay in the grass, a few dozen meters from the edge of the cliffs. The sky was cloudy and gloomy, just as the previous day had been, and the day before that. The noon sun didn’t even get to show its face through the heavily overcast skies. The weather made Valerian gloomy in turn- he normally handled his relative solitude better than this, but at some point he’d just started talking, and filling in both sides of the conversation.
Volly made a face, jaw shifting slightly askew as he used one forepaw to push the relatively flat stone away from him.
“I tried. Okay? I went, talked to some nice fellas, managed to insult ‘em. Two outta two. They were too nice to say it, but still. Never even saw the big guy, but hey. Maybe he’s just busy. He’s got responsibilities.”
Valerian’s voice faltered on the word, as though it were unfamiliar to him. He made a show of looking perplexed, as though pondering the meaning of it. He hadn’t been back to the basin since he had spoken to Relic, driven away when the wolf looked at him just a little too closely in a way that Valerian didn’t like.
“So yeah. It’s just you and m-”
He paused mid-sentence, head jerking back slightly in a show of hurt and confusion.
“Look, I already told you that I didn’t know that family of mice I dug out from under ya were buddies of yours. I wouldn’t have eaten them down to the last, I swear. I’m s-”
Another pause, then his ears splayed out to the sides of his head and he looked, on some level, rather mortified.
“What. What are you saying. You can’t. Y-you and me, we go way back to like, ten minutes ago. Rock, you can’t leave. You’re all I’ve got.”
How sad and strange and true that was. Only he didn’t have the rock either, because with one swipe of a paw it was sent sailing through the air, its oblong shape twisting end over end. It probably did a little rock-wave as it went on its rock-way, forgetting about him like everyone else did.
“Nooooo whyyyy,” he mock-whined.
Feb 17, 2018 02:48 AM
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