#*alphabet

A is for "Abstinence Camp"

amy is like the lark she writes about, trying to get up among the clouds, but always dropping down into its nest again. dear little girl! she’s so ambitious, but her heart is good and tender, and no matter how high she flies, she never will forget home.

when alex was a kid, before anyone knew his name, he dreamed of love like it was a fairy tale, as if it would come sweeping into his life on the back of a dragon one day. when he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. he never imagined it’d turn out he was right both times.

but sometimes, you find yourself standing in exactly the right position, wielding exactly the right weapon to hit back. so i hit. i hit fast and hard and furious. i hit with nothing but the language whispered between circuits and wire, the language that can bring people to their knees. and in spite of everything, i’d do it all over again.

you said yourself that the people of luna need a revolutionary. so i’m going to luna, and i’m going to start a revolution.

insp.