#Forgot to mention she’s just got no arms…. floaty handses

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A spur of the moment iterator oc, her name is Serendipity of Soul or SOS for short :)

I’m not one for making ocs usually but the Rainworld brain worms have hit hard with Downpour and I came up with a neat lil story for her!

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At last, it was all complete, the final circuits installed, the fruits of their labor now ripened at last. But when they looked upon the culmination of their labor, they did not rejoice, and instead wept. For it was everything they weren’t, and couldn’t ever be.

(And hence forth you will be known as Six Beats of a Wing…)

Formalities met with unmatched politeness, a curiosity with no bounds that is only matched by its admiration (oh how undeserved) for its creators. Dedicated to solving, never tiring, always pleasing.  A metal giant and yet so delicate, so fragile.

(With its replaced by theys replaced by shes which means…)

(How futile it is, to try and not care for something so Genuine in a world of self-inflicted misery.)

They were blinded by her, stunned because how could something Love this world and living so grandly? They have, and can only, see it for its suffering. (Not the beauty that lays beyond it, in how the creatures persist, in how they survive.) A loop upon a loop in an ouroboros in a cycle. They are going to leave, they are going to leave and she (our Dearest Butterfly) won’t be able to come with them. Stuck forever in a metal prison, built by their own hands.

(We are the wardens, she our charge.)

And so we said we will care for you until the end, we will love you until we have to go because we are not made for a world like this, (however, you, oh you, are perfect for such a world) but we could never abandon you. We will give ourselves to you, in memory, in pearls, in data. So you won’t be alone. (How we hate leaving you alone) We don’t ask for her to forgive, but only to not hate us, when she is left to exist for ever and into eternity to solve a problem that will no longer need solving. 

And she said to us a thank you. For caring for her so deeply despite being tethered to what we so loath. For giving her memories to cherish when we are long gone. For showing her love so that she may reflect it back out, as far as she can reach. And she said that she does not, can not, understand why we want to leave the world behind so badly. But she also said that she could never hate us, and that there has never been anything we would need to be forgiven for.

(For everything you have done, your name is, and has always been, Serendipity of Soul…)

#Rainworld #Iterator #Iterators #Iterator OC #Some other lil things about her: #She currently maintains the ecosystem around her sector and is a little protector of sorts for it #Her butterfly brooch’s center is a pearl that contains farewells from the Ancients who lived in her city #And she is fairly young for an iterator and was finished quite shortly before the Ancients all left #I hope this is all like- semi decent :v #This was basically just a bunch of my stream of consciousness for this silly little gal #It’s also really late and I’ve been doing this instead of sleeping lmao #Forgot to mention she’s just got no arms…. floaty handses