#8'))

41 days in, and I’m 8 feet tall! Despite the constant headaches of hitting my head on doorframes, it’s adorable when Evan tries to kiss me but can only get just above my tits.

they awaken .     the pulsing , needing desire to be fed .     he is within grasp , the bond intensifying in the wake of his closeness .     yet so far ,  MOTHER’s influences will reach beyond the stars for him , but alas they needn’t to .     he just needs to free it from confines that are near .     and those images flash like vivid memories , clips of darkness and translucent pane ; its liquid chamber .     son hearing his MOTHER’s struggle , crying to be set free .     to be REUNITED with child , where he belongs with her .

‘     come to me .     ‘

cooing thoughts sing like a mother’s praise , as if to celebrate her child’s first steps .     he is a good boy .

‘     visit . MOTHER .     ‘

mimicking voice resounds much louder within his mind , the longer he resist the more those cells will tear apart the innards of his skull .     JENOVA has struggled in the fluid transition to part humanity from hosts , the will of the strong that do not succumb it destroys .     but not with him .

‘     be free .     ‘

a firm open hand went across his mouth like a bolt of lightning .     of all his cold and heartless actions , she had one helluva mind to stand up to his crass racism .     having overheard the way he treated a man of non-white background , her brows pinched together whilst disgust traveled ‘cross her features .     he could spend the rest of his evening alone , and mind he better not think of following her home .     she’ll smack him again until he rethink why he is the way he is .