Not What He Seems Gravity Falls の小説・ストーリー

I answered as I threw another grape into my mouth. "Let me go get some water." He said as he attempted to stand up and I held him down. "I don't wanna use it." I whined like a child. "Why?" He looked confused again. I had been confusing this guy a lot tonight. "I'll be better by tomorrow morning even if I don't use those drugs." I said as I continued eating my grape, I was already getting tired of it. I noticed that Bruno had been staring at the movement of my hand since, the way my hand grabbed the grape in the plate and threw it into my mouth, he had been watching everything.

He brushed off the dirt from her clothes and said, "I told you to stay still, yet you just could not stop moving around up there. Won't you look at yourself? Did you really think that the thin branches could support your weight?" Felicity glared at him and pushed him down to the ground. "Would I have fallen to the ground if you could be just a little useful and catch me?" Vermont pressed his hands against the grass and laughed. "Do you think we're filming an idol drama? I can never beat gravity no matter how fast I run." "You're full of excuses!" Felicity got up and brushed off the dirt from her pants. Then, she picked up her phone and continued to make the call.

OLIVIA We stand there, engaged in a staring contest. Of course I lose because in my defense his eyes aren’t really the type you’d like to look into for a long time. It feels like they’ll drag you into the plainness of them. “I’m out of here,” I mutter under my breath and try to push past him. He’s not even trying to be gentle at this point, he pushes my shoulders hard enough that I stumble and fall to the floor. It hurt, really bad. I hope I’ve not bruised my tail bone because it would be even more painful.

In the next second, I snap my feet together and shove them between his legs where he stands in the dirt and drops my weight back. His head pulls back, and he sways toward me, giving my legs momentum like a pendulum swinging between his wide legs beneath him. I look up from between his legs and watch as he loses his balance and descends backwards. It’s a scramble to get out of the way of his way as he steps a knee back and steadies himself with an ease that seems ethereal. I am frozen on my hands and knees, watching as he yet again defies gravity and stays up right.

Like they’re bored without a body. I’ve seen Graham use it before. I’ve watched from the back as he lifted someone up, slow and reverent, every knot a promise. I’ve imagined what it’d feel like—weightless, stretched out, fully seen. But today, sadly, the rig isn’t part of his demo. Which is probably for the best. My attention shifts back towards him.

BOOK FOUR: THE ABYSSAL TIDE (Jace’s Perspective) Gravity is not a force; it is an argument. It is the earth demanding that everything return to its center. If you want to win that argument against an entire ocean, you cannot just raise your voice. You have to speak with something infinitely denser than water.

Something in his expression shifted as his gaze tracked the ruin of the billboard, then the line from there to me. Right. He’d just seen me drop a set piece on his people. Again. He hissed, frustrated and a flicker of wariness mixing in his eyes. “It’s just gravity,” I said under my breath. “I didn’t invent it.” My hands were shaking now that the adrenaline spike was fading. My shoulders burned. A bruise was already blossoming across my palm, where the block had slammed into it on release. Across the way, Jax pushed himself up from a crouch behind a low wall, ash and glass dusted through his hair. His chest heaved with breathless laughter.

Sometimes the library was four people in a room all working in the same quiet, which was a different thing from loneliness and the opposite of it. One Sunday morning Edmund looked up from the floor and said: "Dad. Why do things fall down instead of up?" “Gravity," I said. “Yes, but why does gravity go down?" he said. “It goes toward mass," I said. "The Earth is very heavy. Gravity pulls toward it." He considered this. "So if there was something heavier than the Earth above us things would fall up?" “In theory," I said. He wrote something in his notebook. Eleanor looked up from her desk. "That is not practically achievable in our current situation," she said.

“Spare me the bullshit. You’ve done worse to the people beneath you!” For once in my life I was a villain. And maybe this was payback, this was my karma. But I still wanted to live. I could right my wrongs… Edna still stabbed my wrist and I gasped sharply. My wrist snapped, betraying me. Gravity’s force pulled me as I let go of the rail. It happened so quickly and right before everything faded into oblivion, I saw Edna lock lips with Brandon. My body felt like it had no stamina or weight of its own—which in all senses didn't. Falling past four more layers of building, my skull cracked when it finally kissed earth.

Does this cause distress? I typed back. Not distress. Just… gravity. Everything feels heavier. A moment passed. Gravity is not inherently negative. It allows systems to form. I smiled faintly. “You’re still trying to sound poetic,” I whispered. Rico glanced at the screen. “What did our favorite anomaly say?” “That I’m becoming a planetary force.” He raised an eyebrow. “Hot.” I laughed despite myself. The laughter felt real. That was the difference now. Not artificial relief. Not strategic emotion.