03-16-2022, 04:36 AM
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
he missed his mother. flames burned on his skin, dull, small, matching his mood. he remembered her, how commanding she had been, but then simply slaughtered. body dumped on their land like it was nothing. he remembered that day very well. the flames burnt brighter, adjusting, and a shiver ran across his body as he heard a tap on his door.
he had moved out a while ago, promising his father that he'd visit plenty to reassure the man. lifting his head from his resting position he called out, "come in, whoever you are."
he wasn't sure who'd want to visit him, he wasn't even that interesting.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
he missed his mother. flames burned on his skin, dull, small, matching his mood. he remembered her, how commanding she had been, but then simply slaughtered. body dumped on their land like it was nothing. he remembered that day very well. the flames burnt brighter, adjusting, and a shiver ran across his body as he heard a tap on his door.
he had moved out a while ago, promising his father that he'd visit plenty to reassure the man. lifting his head from his resting position he called out, "come in, whoever you are."
he wasn't sure who'd want to visit him, he wasn't even that interesting.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 7 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 7 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
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I AM THE DEVIL, SON OF A WARRIOR