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It could have been different.
Theyd met when she was five and he was seven, and shed just started school. It had taken Jesse until second term to finally face her and when he did she was sitting in the tanbark, skin off her knees and giant blue eyes bubbling with unshed tears. When he held out his hand she took it, ignoring the bruised bullies scampering away and simply smiling her thanks, a sad yet welcoming smile that seemed to sum her up with no words being said: Tracita.
Most people didnt like it but at that age you dont care. She followed him around when he was running his jobs, errands for teachers and selling homework to the other students. Not a word of condemnation passed her eyes as she watched, a silent shadow. He let her put ribbons in his hair (though stubbornly refused the dresses), and sat down to tea among teddy-bears and fancy dolls. He never said no, simply mimed his sipping a
It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Matties heavy hands tugging at his hair. Hed worked hard to catch up his kings deskwork while banned from military campaigns and now hed have to sort it all again but it was so hard to be angry when the other man acted like this, like hed honestly missed him and for just now wanted to focus on the here, now and not what kept them apart. Mattie wasnt the talking t
It was a lovely day. Busy with his lunch, Jorn didnt notice Elio until he plonked down next to him. They didnt say anything for a moment or two, each taking their time to chew and crush their meal and savour the moment. It was quiet for a change, just the two of them and both wanted to prolong the moment as long as necessary. Finally, Elio swallowed.
They after you too?
Jorn replied with a ragged choking sound, hacking up some of his lunch that had gone down the wrong way. God, man, dont even mention it. They havent left me alone all fucking morning.
Language. Came the reply, a snort from Elio summing up his opinion on the situation. One of his ears flicked at a particularly annoying fly as he took another mouthful.
But theyre nuts, just bloody nuts! Jorns voice raised a few notches in his distress. I cant even walk into
It was going to be a bad winter. Marquis could feel it in his hands, theyd never quite recovered, and tell by the way the blood was struggling to pump through them as the days got darker and shorter. He wasnt old by a long-shot Thirty next year, still good! but he completely sympathised when the old stable hands began their groaning. Powder white snow turned grey as he sludged through it, soot from his boots leaving a trail behind him as he fought his way to the main hall. All around him horses were being saddled and loaded up and men in uniform milled restlessly, blowing into gloved hands to warm them up, and Marquis refused to look at any of them. They were all in on it. If they werent someone would have mentioned it to him already and hed just known something was up when guards had been avoiding him for the last week. His pack, only half completed, was being dragged behind him a
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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