Istra (04. Writing)

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Never Have I Ever...

June 21st, 2017

Istra plays a party-slash-drinking game with the rest of the Hell College Carpool. I struggle to find a socially acceptable excerpt to include here.

Istra's state of mind was unclear. Their eyes had been closed for the entire round, but they were too upright and responsive to Dicro and Ansaiele's movements to not be awake. After being unresponsive for long enough to allow an awkward silence to settle in, Istra suddenly picked up a card and swallowed it, not even reading what it said.

“No Istra, remember, you gotta... you gotta read the card,” Ansaiele reminded them, reaching up and patting them on the arm.

“Oh,” Istra replied, remaining silent and still for almost a full minute before speaking up again.

“Never have I ever had the urge to follow a beautiful stranger. That's wrong. I wanted to follow Dicro the first time I saw him.”

“I-Istra... that's gay...” Dicro murmured, blushing.

“Wait,” Ignis interjected, “you just read off of a card you ate.”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“By reading the card.”

“How could you read the card if it was already inside of you?”

“By looking at it.”

Toxicology Report

June 5th, 2015

Istra follows someone around before resigning themself to punching open a vending machine to get Dicro some gummy bears.

Without warning Istra punched through the glass, pulled out the entire row of gummy bears, and dumped all of the packages on Dicro’s lap.

“That’s the one you were looking at, right?”

“Yeah.” Dicro responded, nonchalantly shaking the glass out of his hair.

“Cool.” Istra gave him a thumbs up before taking back one of the packages. “That’s payment. Alright, see you tomorrow.”

Dicro tilted his head a little as he watched Istra rummage through the vending machine in blatant disregard for the law – not that there was much in the way of law around here.

“Hey, Istra.”

Istra looked over at him again, a bag of cookies hanging out of their mouth. “Yeah?”

“Has anyone ever told you the eyes on your arms are really pretty?”

Istra glanced down at their arms, which were completely eyeless.

“No.”

Lethe Sillage

November 1st, 2014

Istra wakes up in a pool somewhere and makes some friends who are just as confused as they are.

“Are you 8?” were the first words that came out of my mouth.

“No, I’m twenty.” replied a feminine voice. Twenty? That didn’t make any sense. Was that their name?

“Just joking around with you!” they laughed, “If you’re talking about the name in your phone, then I’m the same person you were just texting!”

Without giving me any room to respond they continued, “Well, I think so, anyway. You’re 5, right?”

“No, I’m Istra.”