morningstar, lord of the hamsters (embitter) wrote in maschinell, @ 2015-01-01 19:42:00 |
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My brother used to tell me stories, once. No matter how low his eyelids drooped, no matter what illness shook him, he told me every story I begged out of him. They evolved over the years: from fantastical and illogical to all the tales of Ha'Tusik, of stories of our people, of goodness amidst the pollution. Tall tales, short stories, true stories, made up stories: he told them all. I love I'll follow soon, I told him, myself, with blood under my nails and grease in the webs between my fingers. But not yet; because I'll fix something, someone, everything even if it kills me. what I can't do. |