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"With his feet kicked up on the dash, he noticed how deeply embedded the mud was into the creases of his boots. He wondered how long it would take to scrape it all out. He looked over to Anders and his busted lip. Probably a while, he thought. But he was willing to wait that long; and if he needed to, he could always buy new boots."

"With his feet kicked up on the dash, he noticed how deeply embedded the mud was into the creases of his boots. He wondered how long it would take to scrape it all out. He looked over to Anders and his busted lip. Probably a while, he thought. But he was willing to wait that long; and if he needed to, he could always buy new boots."

🫀 Mon Waxë Wod 🫀

A triptych tale of grief and psychosis.

" He finds nothing during these nightly ventures, but when he comes to after several hours, he turns to see his Speaker, his joy, regarding him with a face that’s unbothered by Alistair’s ineffectual little spats. And for those moments, those scarce moments, Alistair can forget that he is missing something. And Lucien can forget that he is slowly watching Alistair slowly die. Slowly, slowly, slowly. "

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