Kent/Feldspar
Dec. 13th, 2024 07:37 pm"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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Date: 2025-08-08 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-09 01:32 am (UTC)But they’ll give him a whole mess of stars, the whole galaxy if they want.
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Date: 2025-08-09 02:15 am (UTC)He puts a blanket over the both of them.
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Date: 2025-08-09 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-09 03:16 am (UTC)Sapwine is a bitch.
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Date: 2025-08-09 12:29 pm (UTC)They climb out of bed, sore but in the best way, and clean themselves up enough that they don’t look like they’ve been fucked within an inch of their lives when they go to meet the hatchlings on the path. They also indulge in tucking Kent back in, smoothing his hair back from his face affectionately.
Lapis and Hal are giggling as they walk up to the cabin, but quickly stop and then start running towards them once they spy Feldspar coming towards them in the path. They both have a guilty look in their eyes, but Feldspar greets them by slinging their arms over both of their shoulders and grinning. “You’re not in trouble, I just wanted to see you home. Dad’s fallen asleep though, so let’s be quiet.”
They take the hatchlings back up the path, listening to them excitedly chatter instead of talking themselves. It’s nice. They’re going to miss it, honestly and truly. Once inside the cabin Feldspar sees them off to their beds, also tucking them in with a goofy smirk on their face. “Night, Lapis. Night, Hal. Come see me launch tomorrow, alright?”
As though they’d ever miss it. No one ever misses a Feldspar launch, much to their chagrin now.
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Date: 2025-08-09 03:15 pm (UTC)But there is something very "cool" about Feldspar that they cannot ignore.
Kent is fast asleep by the time they reach the house and he stays that way through the night, waking only when Feldspar does in the morning. He's jittery, as he is every launch, and he doesn't want to miss a moment.
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Date: 2025-08-09 05:05 pm (UTC)By the time they’re suited up and ready to take the elevator up to the launchpad, a large crowd of villagers have already gathered at the geysers. Their family though, they wait for him at the base of the elevator with Gossan and Slate.
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Date: 2025-08-09 05:40 pm (UTC)"Hey," he smiles when they're close.
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Date: 2025-08-09 05:58 pm (UTC)“Hey,” they murmur. “I think the whole village is here.”
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Date: 2025-08-09 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-09 09:56 pm (UTC)Lapis gets a little squeeze, Hal a little pat on the head. Gossan gives Feldspar a squeeze to the arm and Slate gives Feldspar an affectionate knock to the head. “Your fans await, Felds,” Slate says, gesturing towards a few of the younger villagers.
Feldspar takes a deep breath in, then steps onto the elevator platform and raises their hand in a wave. “I’ll see all of you again real soon! But in the meantime, I’m going to tangle with some cyclones! Don’t tell Hornfels!”
The crowd laughs and cheers, and Feldspar hits the launch codes into the pad with one final look at Lapis and Kent. “I’ll bring you back something nice, Lapis!”
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Date: 2025-08-09 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-09 10:41 pm (UTC)Once they’re free from gravity, piercing through the clouds and leaving behind the pleasant air of Timber Hearth, Feldspar exhales softly and guides their ship towards the lunar outpost. Gotta say hello to Esker.
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Date: 2025-08-09 10:56 pm (UTC)There really is no reason to worry. Until, of course, Slate mentions offhand that Feldspar hadn't checked in yet one evening.
And then Kent can't find them on the radio.
And they don't check in again.
And the world keeps spinning but Kent spends his time attached to the radio.
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Date: 2025-08-10 12:24 am (UTC)They’d camped out later that night on an island that was more ghostmatter than land and thought about what to do next. Roasting a mallow and dreaming about the planets in the solar system, they daydreamed about their next challenge. The idea to finally pass that ice field of the Dark Bramble hits them like a floating island crashing into the waves. Yes, that’s exactly what they were going to do, they were going to be the first to explore the Dark Bramble.
No one had ever been past the ice field, let alone driven into the fog. Gossan tried once, but quickly gave up when they realized the Dark Bramble was just too inhospitable to explore, let alone make a camp. But Gossan is Gossan, and Feldspar is Feldspar, and they figured that at the very least could zip in and have a look around.
It was exciting. Their hands shook as they quickly packed up their camp and went back to their ship. Just a little fly through, and then they’ll find a place to make camp and call down to Ground Control and report in. Everyone would be alright if they skipped the check in this time - they’ve done it before and everyone seemed to understand then that sometimes they got caught up in the outer wilds. They wouldn’t do it on purpose to worry them.
It hadn’t dawned on them that they’d made a mistake until they heard the roar of the giant anglerfish they’d woken up. Even then, they swore they could out maneuver the thing, even if the giant vines and weird, inter dimensional portals and thick fog made for the trickiest flight of their life. They twisted and turned and looped their ship round and round, thinking they’d escaped it when they hopped from one portal to the next, only for the roar to follow. It clipped their ship and the crash that followed was violent enough that their helmet cracked and they could feel blood pooling in their spacesuit.
It was a mad dash after that to gather up supplies and evacuate the sparking ship before it exploded. They found a hollow vine and taped up their helmet the best they could, then tried to radio back home.
The static that greeted them was deafening.
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Date: 2025-08-10 01:47 am (UTC)The entire village mourns the loss of Feldspar, though most do it quietly, out of earshot of Kent. They know what he's lost.
He doesn't sleep in their bed. He sleeps on the couch and lets Lapis take the bed. He doesn't cook in the kitchen; Hal and Lapis cook. Kent doesn't even feel like he can breathe again until it's been a year and the grief feels less immense.
He starts to work with the others again, eventually bringing Lapis and Hal into their work. His kid, his Hatchling, becomes more and more fascinated with the Nomai and they work on the language together. They create a primer and, before Kent realizes it, they're all grown up.
Ready to fly.
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Date: 2025-08-10 02:30 am (UTC)After the third year they stop counting the days they’ve been stranded or fiddling with the radio in the hopes they’ll break through the static. The device sits at the edge of their camp like a mute companion, and occasionally, a target for their pinecones.
After they stop counting the years they know they’re going to die here, alone and forgotten. They sobbed bitterly at the beginning, yelled and screamed and laughed, but now there’s only resignation. They miss Kent and Lapis every day, their friends and the villagers who raised and cared for them, and thinking of them hurts so much, but it reminds them that they’re still alive.
They wish they were brave enough to kill themselves.
They play the harmonica almost constantly when they’re not sleeping, the only thing that keeps them from going completely insane. And they wait, and wait, and wait for the end that feels like it’ll never come.
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Date: 2025-08-10 02:41 am (UTC)But the space program didn't stop after Feldspar disappeared. The Heartheans were determined to continue their exploration and if Lapis was going to figure out the mystery of the Nomai, then they would need to leave.
But they act strangely the day of their launch. Kent expected them to come say goodbye, but they didn't. Instead, they came to him with a plan. They babbled about time loops. They told him that there was a Stranger nearby. They told him that the sun was going to end.
They told him that they had found Feldspar.
They had gone to the Dark Bramble after hearing his harmonica. They had flown right into it and used the soundscope to pinpoint their location.
They had landed there, in the trees.
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Date: 2025-08-10 02:56 am (UTC)“Tell me about Kent,” they eventually say, sitting close to Lapis next to the fire, not realizing they’ll say the same thing over and over again each time the hatchling visits.
“Should I tell Ground Control you’re here?”
Feldspar looks at their gloved hands, the crackling fire, the wall of teeth around their camp. They’re afraid to go home. They’re afraid to let everyone see them afraid, especially the hatchling.
“Take your time. It’s kinda peaceful here.”
It’s the same over and over again. Occasionally the hatchling visits their camp and they’re just as overjoyed to see them as the first time they’d been. Sometimes the hatchling stays with them until the heat comes and takes them, but most of the time they die alone. And they don’t remember a single thing.
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Date: 2025-08-10 03:33 am (UTC)They have a plan. They have a plan and they have to get everyone together.
"Ten minutes?!" Kent protests, but Lapis just grins.
"You've done it before, Dad. You can do it again. I promise."
And then they're gone and Kent is left just standing there, breathing out once.
Twice.
It's too much to take in. But he can do something. "Slate!" he calls out and the Hearthean is there in a moment, grabbing onto his arm, asking him what he needs. He doesn't question Kent's tone. He doesn't question his sanity.
There is Something to do and they're going to do it.
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Date: 2025-08-10 03:49 am (UTC)“Feldspar!”
“Gabbro?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Hey, we don’t have a lot of time. I got stuck on a vine the last loop, but I think I can do it this time.”
“What…what do you mean? You’re the first Hearthian to ever come here-”
“Besides me,” finishes Gabbro. “Yeah, you say so every time. Just come on, we’ve gotta go. I’ll explain on the way.”
Gabbro grabs their arm and starts to tug, Feldspar naturally following into step. It’s the confidence, they think, or maybe just the sheer surprise at being found after all these years. Or maybe they just want to see these new ships, because clearly Slate’s upped their game these last few years.
“Hey, just hold on, alright? It’s gonna get bumpy,” Gabbro warns, strapping themselves into the seat. A seatbelt? Gossan must have finally gotten into Slate’s head.
“The anglerfish,” they start to say, but Gabbro shushes them.
“There’s one in the next space, one on our way out. I’m gonna blast through this portal and we’ll drift past ‘em all. Just be quiet, Feldspar.”
“So that’s the trick,” they mutter. That would have been good to know while they were being chased.
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Date: 2025-08-10 04:09 am (UTC)Lapis comes for them, then, ushering them onto the ship and onto the floor. "Just hang on, Dad," they tell him as he holds a few of the younger hatchlings close. They begin to cry and Kent shushes them softly. "It's alright," he assures them, but one of them points at the window.
"Kent. The sun looks sick," they say in a tiny voice and Kent shakes his head. "We're going somewhere safe. Don't worry."
"That's right," Lapis assures them as they race off.
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Date: 2025-08-10 01:27 pm (UTC)Gabbro turns the ship and Feldspar catches sight of an enormous, angry-red sun. They see the ball of green and blue that’s Timber Hearth, but Gabbro keeps turning the ship and heading towards the void of space.
“W-where are we going? Are we not going home?”
“Catch sight of the sun there?” Gabbro asks, still gunning the ship towards the nothingness ahead of him.
“Yeah, yeah, I did…” they say, standing up once they realize all the stars are suddenly gone.
“Going supernova. Exploding the entire solar system. But Lapis found a ship that’ll take us all out of range of the explosion, so that’s where we’re going.”
“Where’s this ship?”
“Riiiiiight in front of us,” Gabbro answers, and Feldspar can hear the smirk underneath helmet.
The ship appears out of the darkness so quickly that Feldspar gasps.
“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s abandoned. Sort’ve. We’ll see, I guess. Lapis says it’s safe. Kind’ve a mess, but habitable.”
“Lapis…”
Feldspar falls silent as Gabbro turns the ship to land in a very small docking port, surprised when they see among the alien ships two other Hearthian landers similar to Gabbro’s.
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Date: 2025-08-10 01:43 pm (UTC)The sun is barely a dot in the sky as Gneiss turns and presses their hand against the glass to watch it.
"Everything we have ever known," they say and Kent reaches out and finds their hands.
He knows. They're sitting on the floor with one small bag of belongings, and Kent is the only one, aside from Lapis, apparently, who knows how it feels to lose everything.
Lapis doesn't talk as they fly, and Kent notices just how...grown up they seem. Like they've lived through lifetimes. Like everything they've ever known had been...lost.
And his heart pounds. If what they say is true, then the universe is dying. If what they say is true, then Feldspar has been out there, alone for years. If what they say is true, Kent doesn't know what to think.
The trip is only a few minutes, but he hears the collective gasp of the others.
"It came out of nowhere!" Mica exclaims and Kent waits.
"The ship was cloaked," Lapis explains calmly as they land. The last ones. "There's air in the docking bay. And gravity. So...careful."
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