which, truthfully, wasn't fully true

oathkeeper-of-tarth:

dratthepopulation:

dratthepopulation:

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I need a moment here because I am very !!! currently and Drat just up and murdered me.

This song is the reason why my post-ASPR angst vent fic is called Vessel and Drat is the reason I ever heard of Dry The River in the first place - starting years ago with the Gethsemane lyric comic. Hell, he even warned me he was doing this a while ago but I was still entirely unprepared.

Because damn, this one sure has it all, the hope and disappointment, the could-have-beens, the beautiful, the ugly, the bittersweet, the downright unfair. From “where the truth never seems to be” and the look on Pearl’s face contrasting so vividly with her companions’, really driving home the sinking feeling while also making me think of @meskime‘s exquisite pain-filled fic and bits of that one podcast and the hole Rose never had to dig for herself (and, indeed, inevitably, for both of them) but still did… all the way to “these are my words, this is my mouth”, oof. And all the recurring slight variations on “I don’t want to be a vessel”, and the slow initial progress and precarious slip-sliding of the post-Rose years and “these are my rules, this is my house”, and then the palpable relief of Pearl being rid of the gag order, I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, and finally having the chance to really try to move on and be free of so many (so unfair) burdens.

There is just… A Lot here.